Emilia Knight Novels & Stories

Since her parents died when she still very young, an early age of 7, she could only focus on trying to survive without being trampled upon. So yes, she had never been touched by a man, or woman. She didn’t know what it felt like to be held by a man, well not until earlier today. She was barely managing to not loose her sanity in front of Liam Kings. Inside, she was a complete mess. Emilia started craving for things that she never gave so much thought to. When he came close to her she could swear that her breathe seized And his hands on her waist. Good lord! He knew how to work his hands, she gave him that.

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.

I deliberately broke the tense atmosphere, pointing in Emilia's direction with ill intent, "All you have to do is look at that woman in the black dress." "Emilia, aren't you coming to pay respects to the king?" My father glanced at me, as usual, silently indulging me. The woman named Emilia wore a broad-brimmed black hat, her long chestnut hair tied up with a white ribbon. She wore a tight-fitting lace gown that cascaded to her ankles, the thin fabric outlining her shapely figure. Rising from her seat, she paused briefly as she passed Klaus's position, then strode confidently towards us.

Emily said, holding Emilia at her shoulder. "I'm a Gardnerian Witch while you are a Hellenic witch, we are not sisters". Emilia replied. "I will come back to avenge, I promise you that". She said lastly and turned into dust, then faded away. But Emily, who had been suspecting that something might go wrong, had already initiated a raid on a lady who ran away when she heard about the death of her mistress.

Amelia stood in the shadows of the estate, her heart pounding as she glanced up at the imposing structure. Maria’s father’s estate loomed over her like a fortress, its high walls and security cameras serving as a stark reminder of the danger she faced. But she couldn’t turn back now. This was her last chance to uncover the truth—a truth she had spent years trying to find.

Quinn says walking into the kitchen, she took a seat next to Elijah and started smiling. She was dressed for the pool, she never swims, so I don't see why she bothers to go out there, she just liked to show off her skinny arms and her skinng long legs. Quinn was not the original barbie, but she would love to be, it was more than obvious how she paraded around the place. "Yet" Emilio says in a confused manner, casting his eyes between me and Elijah. Elijah and I locked eyes, we look at Emilio and he noticed what was going to take place, he shook his head in plea but we ignored him.

she said, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying. Jun knew she was lying. He could see the sadness in her eyes. "Hwa, you can talk to me. What's wrong?" he asked, hoping that she would open up to him. Hwa looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. "I did something bad, Jun. I cheated on Yeon," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. -------------------------TBC---------------------

"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."

Tiana was biting on nails and shaking her legs, waiting for Tom to reply to her message. She got no reply and it got her irritated. Tiana got up from where she sat and moved somewhere else, trying to get a better service. She called his number and it rang se verally, but there was no response. She tried it again and she got no response. “Who is Matilda, princess?”