Emilia Crow นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Crossing her hands over her breasts, she let out a chuckle before looking into his smoldering grey eyes, “Get laid? Oh please, you aren’t that appealing to me. You are just one sick man who gets happiness in destroying people’s life and walking over their dignity. I have understood you well but it’s time for you to understand who the hell I am.” Emmaline sneered and strutted to him closer while he kept watching her silently, “I am someone who had never heard of dropping weapons before tasting victory. Don’t mistake me as your side chicks who would sleep my way to the top. Yes, I am poor but not weak. Yes, I don’t have money but have the talent which you can never afford. Yes, I don’t have th

Once I reached it, I peeked through the slightly open door. Emilia was inside the room, cursing under her breath as she bent to pick up the broken ceramic flower vase from the floor. Abandoning the fragments in frustration, she rose up and frantically started adjusting something under her dress. Peering harder, a wave of cold hit me at once and my eyes widened slightly. I blinked my eyes to be sure that what I was seeing was real and I wasn’t being delusional. The baby bump. Her baby bump. She was wearing a fake baby bump, the fabric awkwardly shifting as she tried to make it look natural.

“Upstairs, now. Be quiet, and don’t come out until I say.” The twins obeyed, their eyes wide with fear, sensing her seriousness. Once they were safely out of sight, Mrs. Williams crept toward the back door, positioning herself in the shadows. If someone was out there, they wouldn’t get in without a fight. ***Emma’s Team Makes a Move*** In Portland, Emma, Alex, and Lila had managed to secure false credentials and a plan to infiltrate The Collective’s headquarters. Dr. Morgan had reluctantly agreed to help, providing them with entry codes and a detailed map of the facility’s interior.

she announced. Everywhere was quiet, but silence was louder than words. Emilia glanced from one person to the other, and the sad look on their faces gave it all up. Everyone was familiar to her but one. Her curly red hair dangled behind in the direction of the wind, accompanied by a fine body, well-curved and attractive. Emilia stared over to the floor, and there lay Fredrick. He was strangely covered in blood, his clothes torn to shreds. Her trembling feet slowly walked over.

she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling just enough to betray her. “What’s crazy is you second-guessing our agreement at the last minute,” came the smooth, clipped response from the woman beside her. Emelia Aldridge, Lucian’s mother, didn't even look up from her tablet. She was the personification of old money: powerful, elegant, and as cold as a winter breeze across a frozen lake. She was the mastermind behind this twisted charade, the woman who had scoured the city to find a voice actress with the exact vocal timber of her son's runaway bride.

He got to his feet quickly with a growl, “What is she doing here?” Emilia was about to take off when almost ten guards barged into the hall to restrain her, “No, you cannot do this to me”, she cried out, “I am the only daughter of Alpha Gilbert and Luna Helena Gilbert! I deserve to rule the werewolves, I deserve to be the supreme ruler of the world”, she looked absolutely crazy as she struggled to get out of their menacing and bone crushing holds.

Delilah repeated with a tight smile. "Oh, I think you'll make it," Emilia said softly. "And if you say no, I’ll start a rumor.” She leaned in close enough that only Delilah could hear. "And then people will start asking the right questions about that little tantrum I threw. About whose underwear it really was. About which desperate little slut leaves her panties lying around like breadcrumbs. Soon they’ll put the pieces together. And you don’t want to experience what the public will do to a blood sucking home-wrecker”

It's kind of a long story,'' He winks at his mother as he grabs onto my hand, making me raise an eyebrow at him; wanting to smack his head but I play along. All of a sudden, Evelyn starts to enter the room with a smile on her face as she eyes Emery, ''Keep dreaming, I'm one hundred and ninety-nine percent sure that you guys didn't do anything sexual.'' She chuckles as her brother roll his eyes. ''Nice job, Emma.'' She adds. ''How would you know? You weren't there,'' He raises an eyebrow, somehow feeling unsatisfied while I am left here, watching them trying to battle one another. Emery has his eyes squinted at her as she looks down at her manicured nails without a single glance at him.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.