Emilia Figure Re:zero Novels & Stories

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.

I thought about that for a moment before turning toward Ragnar. “Is she speaking from experience?” Silence immediately settled over the room. For several seconds nobody moved. Then Soren coughed suspiciously into his hand while Ragnar lowered his head and stared at the documents on his desk. The movement was subtle, but I noticed it. His shoulders were shaking. The emperor was laughing. Not openly. Not visibly. But definitely laughing. The realization seemed to offend Lyrielle far more than my actual comment. “You believe you’re clever.” “I know I am.”

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

His expression darkened. "Because of you." My heart stopped. "What?" Amara stepped closer. "The first Emilia." The world around us changed. I saw the original version. A young woman wearing the same crown. The same mark. The same eyes. She stood before an army of white-masked Unmakers. Wesley stood beside her. No. Not my Wesley. Another version. Another possibility. They were fighting. Losing. The original Emilia raised her hand. Reality began changing. Mountains vanished.

He was hoping that a hug would make it better,that a hug would take away what he had done,but of course it wouldn't. He hit me-Once! Once was enough to scare the hell out of me. Liam pulled back from the hug and looked at the damage to my face.At that point sadness clouded my features."Jesus,Em..I'm so sorry!!" He never calls me Em,It's always been just Emilia. Liam and I have had blazing rows at points when he can't control his Jealously issues..but it's never been this. He's sorry-He's sorry!!

Emilio POV. The name is Emilio Black, captain of the football team, staright A student, eighteen year old, your friendly next door daddy dom. Everyone in my family went to this school, we are The Finest, if you want a future you'll kill to be here.

With her trembling shoulders , she cut a sorry figure but none , not one person standing in front of her felt pity for her . The woman was Chelsea Kaisen who was currently being held responsible for the crime of killing the unborn child of the Emperor ; Rogue Kellington . " Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen ; I ; The Emperor on account of the various witnesses and proves ; claim you as the culprit for killing the child of the Empress ; Lilian Amelia Kaisen. With Your Criminal record, This Emperor penalizes you with death due dismemberment " " No ! No , I didn't, Your Majesty I didn't!"

They were windows to a soul that seemed both ancient and full of life, a contradiction that only added to her mystique. Esmeralda's face was a study in delicate yet alluring features. Her skin was smooth, flawless, like porcelain kissed by the moonlight. High cheekbones framed those captivating eyes, and her lips were soft and inviting, a shade of rose that begged to be kissed. Despite her petite frame, Esmeralda possessed a natural, curvy allure that left Axel breathless. Her figure was a harmonious blend of grace and sensuality, each curve and contour enticing without being overt.

He was mute and his gaze travelled from her head down to her toes, she saw something in those grey eyes of his, something she'd seen the day he had kissed her. "I..I wan...want to go and see Cara" Dala stuttered "I'll tell one of the my subjects to accompany you and show you directions and to ensure you return...safely" kamur said On her way to find Cara, she saw a figure from afar that looked like that of Princess Amira. She had to find out. "Who could that be?" She asked the lady who Kamur had asked to follow her anywhere she wanted to go. More like her maid. Her name was Sita

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.