Emilia Crow Novels & Stories

She told me that my mom was a whore who slept around with different men and when she got pregnant with me, she pinned it on my dad. My dad Mr Andrew Crown loved me so much and I couldn’t bear to break his heart upon the realization that the daughter he loved and cherished so much is not his biological daughter. So I begged Emilia to keep it a secret between both of us, and she agreed but it came with a price. Emilia put this piece of information into good use and that was how she and her malicious daughter Irene blackmailed me to substitute Irene on her wedding night. Emilia Crown is a manipulative and malicious person, passing on her evil traits to her daught

By the time their party reached the edge of the clan’s territory, the air itself seemed to stiffen around them. The gates were opened in tense silence. Warriors who once smiled at Dante now averted their eyes. Emilia walked at his side, robed in deep black, a subtle red gleam beneath the fabric. Her crown—formed of bone and blood-forged silver—gleamed in the fading sun. Her gaze was unreadable, sharp as glass. Luka trailed behind them, ever loyal, but his eyes flicked to Emilia more than once, uncertain. This wasn’t the same girl he once teased around campfires or offered spare meat to when she refused to eat.

she began, voice low and wistful, “there was a girl with nothing. No money. No direction. Just pain, broken dreams, and a heart too full to be noticed.” Maxine sat up now, curious. “Did she have a crown?” “No,” Emilia smiled. “She had calloused hands and a job she hated. But she also had books. And a stubborn spark that wouldn’t let her stop dreaming.” “Then what?” Emilio asked. “Then she met a beast.” Maxine’s eyes widened. “A real beast? Like growl and claws?” “Worse,” Emilia teased. “He had walls higher than towers and scars deeper than any wound. He was angry and lost and wore suits that fit too well.”

His head buzzed with anger, his chest burned with the weight of his father’s scorn. He needed air. He needed space. He needed— The scent hit him like lightning. Warm bread. Soap. Wildflowers after rain. His wolf stilled, ears pricking, nose lifting. His pulse spiked, heat flaring low in his belly. Her. Damien slowed, his breath catching, as Emilia stepped from the shadows. She wore a simple cotton dress, her hair dark and loose around her shoulders. She was the maid’s daughter, meant to go unseen, meant to keep her eyes lowered, meant to move silently through the halls of the Blackfang estate like a shadow.

Emilia was far from ready and she had no idea as to where they were going so it was almost impossible to pick out what to wear. About thirty minutes later, Emilia rushed out of the room in a fitted brown colored gown with black stiletto heels. Her hair was straightened to perfection and she wore minimal makeup. Diego who was waiting downstairs kept glancing at his wrist watch impatiently. Emilia was furious with Liam. First, he ignored her the whole day and now he was making her hurry without informing her earlier if his plans. He was going to get an earful from her. That was certain. ************************************************************

Emilia did love her, she was just bad at expressing her love to her twin sister, but she made so many actions that one could easily tell that she loved the girl, just like their father did to their youngest sister Zeta. There was no difference physically between the twins apart from their hair colour, eye colour and body statue. Perhaps, there was actually a lot difference between the two of them. Emilia, the older one and the more attractive one, she possesed long brunette hair and eyes very similar to Rosa's doe brown eyes, she was a bit plum and very attractive, her hips revealed in every dress she wore and ass bulged out as well. Elisa was not built that way, she had hips but in some dr

I think of a dream house near beach, where I live with my wife and my daughter. But Emilia is hell bent on ruining everything. She knows how much I wanted a kid of my own, and as soon as I got to know about Emma I couldn't contain myself. Emilia tried to end my life and in return god gave her a piece of me. With help of my private investigator, Luca, I got to know about their whereabouts. It seems that they have started to live in a mansion. And the owner of the Mansion claims to be Emilia's father. I was surprised myself that how did this man found Emilia. Her features are similar to that man but if it were me, I would not have trusted anyone.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.

"Will someone tell us what the hell is going on?! This is only an Ome—" "Emilia," Marcus says cutting off his Alpha. "Emilia is only an Omega who came from Black Claw. She doesn't have any ties to anyone here." Mr. Marks laughs silently before turning to look at Alpha Kade, "Son, I want you to meet Emilia Evans. Her parents are part of the reason we have a vendetta against Alpha Jackson and the Black Claw pack. Emilia is the little girl I spent three years trying to track down." He turns his eyes back on me, "Emilia has no relation to me, but she does have family inside this pack, Kade."

Rosa’s POV The room was quiet for a second. Then Emila’s voice broke out, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Don’t you know her, sweetheart?” she asked. “She’s my sister’s daughter. Catarina. Have you forgotten her so quickly?” I glared at her. First, Emilia had never mentioned having a sister. She wasn’t even from this town…and now, she’s having nieces in bum shorts taking up my room. “I don’t know who she is,” I snapped. “And I don’t care…” I really didn’t. “As long as she stays away from my man.”