Emilia Crow Novels & Stories

Eve looked into the sky, whispering prayers as she hoped nothing bad would happen to her best friend. ~~~ Before dawn, Emilia was dressed in a black flowing gown and hood, along with the two guards who had thrown Valeria into the water. They stared at the rippling water. "Do not waste any time... get her dead body out and throw it out." Emilia ordered, and the men nodded their heads. "Find her." She didn't want any sort of evidence to remain because it would surely come back to her. She crossed her arms around her chest with a mischievous smile plastered on her face.

It looked way too false. This might just be the kind of smile she will be wearing from now on, no thanks to you. I shut my subconscious mind down and dropped the picture on my table like it burned. I was just about to ring for one of my men to get a reply ready for him when my door opened and Emilia walked in. She was dressed in one of those skirts of hers— the kind that hugs her body and leaves little to the imagination— and she had on a white crop top that stopped an inch above her belly button so her skin was exposed from her belly button down to her waist where the red skirt stayed.

She turned to see Emilia entering the room with slow steps. Emilia was out on her college trip for two days and that was why she got locked outside of the mansion when those fretful accidents took place for her sister and the family. Emilia heard it all, a scary to the scariest version of everyone's story who witnessed that day being inside the mansion. She could only imagine what Rose went through and realisation finally dawned upon her why Rose always wanted her to stay out of this place, away from these people. "I've given it a thought, Rose. I want to pursue that course in Milan just as I dreamt of and just as you wanted," Emilia informed Rose with a warm smile on her lips.

“Remind me your name, kind sir.” “Orion Ironclaw,” I said, taking her hand in a handshake. “What is your name? Did I forget to say you are beautiful but violent? You confirmed it the day I was slapped.” She laughed, causing me to laugh as well. “My name is Emilia. Emilia from The Rogers Pack in the West.” “You are a Werewolf!” I cried. “Why am I surprised?” Again, she chuckled and heaved a sigh. “I am sorry for the first time, Orion. I didn't mean to slap you.”

Jaden's voice was already sounding stern,he locked eyes with her and Matilda knew she couldn't lie at this point. Her lips were trembling, she didn't want to offend him. She put her hands in between her legs and bit her lips. “Yes sir. A contact saved as “most beautiful” with a love emoji called you, sir” She took her gaze away from him, her eyes were fixed ahead of the road. Her countenance changed, sadness could be heard in her voice as she spoke. Jaden smirked and tilted his head to get a better view of her. She folded his arms and bit his lips, to prevent himself from laughing.

"All units retreat! There's a variable!" the voice of an intruder echoed. Even Emilia could hear the panic in his voice. It made sense—their meticulously crafted plan to kill Matthew had fallen apart in ways they could never have anticipated. They hadn't accounted for the sheer power Matthew possessed, nor had they ever considered Emilia's existence would pose a challenge. After all, Emilia's reputation as a genius had been buried three years ago when she left her family without a word, relinquishing her position as heir.

“I repeat, no woman on the face of this earth deserves to grace my bed” “None of them!” I snorted, my voice deep and stern. Emilia’s eyes went wide with surprise, her breath still as I starred into her eyes intensely. “All these women want just one thing”. “My money!”. “And I will make sure they get all of it.” “You know why?” Emilia shook her head, her face twisted with fear. “Because I will get all the pleasure that I want from them”. “Now, put an end to this foolishness and get back to work”.

~Adrian “What exactly do you want from me?” I asked. And she didn’t hesitate. “I want to marry you.” I blinked repeatedly. Was she insane? “Is this how you usually pick up guys at a bar?” I asked, already getting pissed off. She straightened, seriousness marked into her features. “My name is Emilia,” she said. “I’m twenty-three. I just graduated from college. I make my own money. “I’m super funny,” she said, almost too quickly, like she was nervous but trying not to show it.

The rivers curved backward, like they, too, were fleeing. At the edge of the Hollowborn territory, Emilia stood on a rise of stone with her wolves—what was left of them. Behind her, humans with silver-tipped arrows and eyes that refused to look anywhere but forward. Some were militia. Some were just brave enough—or stupid enough—to believe in her. She hadn’t slept. She hadn’t eaten. She had bled, bathed, burned… and been born again under every phase of the moon. And now she stood, silent as the trees, waiting for the sound of bone on earth.

CASSANDRA'S POV I couldn't tell whether what I had done had actually worked on her. For one, Emilia was a very strange person, you can never fully know what will get to her and what will not. But I had hope that even for her emotionless being, this should be able to do the job. And it did.