Emilia Knight Novels & Stories

I asked, studying the figure. The stranger reached up, slowly pulling off the mask to reveal a petite woman with a pixie-like face and short black hair cut close to her head. Her gaze was sharp, intelligent, and assessing. “Hi, Noah,” she said, extending a hand toward me. “I’m Emilia.” “Emilia…?” I echoed, reaching out to shake her hand, still somewhat taken aback by her sudden appearance. “Emilia, the hacker,” Raymond clarified, a grin touching his lips as he took in my surprise.

Emilia seemed to think of something, her gaze involuntarily falling on her stomach, clearly already suspicious of her. Emilia was a harsh and gossipy woman. If she found out about anyone’ s secrets, she would spread them around town the next day. Running into her here was truly unfortunate. Kennedy bit her lip, her expression not looking good. Sure enough, she launched into her usual sharp-tongued mode, her eyes darting repeatedly toward her stomach: “Where’s your friend? Why are you here alone? Could it be that you're hiding something shameful? Hmph, you always praised your daughter-in-law so highly when you went out, but who knew she’d be doing something so disgraceful?”

My Queen, you have set your own castle blazing. Blinded by false love and lost revenge for Henrì’s death, Emilia has been misled. Henrì is no match for her; he’s a mere servant, whereas Emilia deserves the world, and I am the only one capable of providing it for her. I’m waiting for Vienna’s triumphant return, for I can’t endure this delay any longer. Weeks have passed, and there is still no sign of her. Lucian is no fool; he knows Vienna is on the brink of doing something vicious. He’s doing everything possible to prevent Vienna from getting close to Cercei.

~Adrian~ I leant on Emilia's doorway and watched her towelling her hair. Her door was slightly opened when I appeared, and I just decided to stare for a bit. Droplets of water dripped down her hair, and that was when I realised she had just had her bath. She was putting on a pink robe with the rope stashed at the front. I saw clearly her round-shaped butt from the way the robe fitted on her body. Emilia was the perfect figure for a wife and for Luna. She was extremely beautiful, soft-spoken and nicely shaped.

My face hurt from it. I played the part of a dutiful wife and Luna, clinging to his arm, letting him lead me through the crowd like a prize. But my eyes weren't on the guests. They kept scanning the room, searching for one specific person. Kieran. I needed to know where he was. But I didn’t see him. Instead, my eyes darted to the figure that was approaching us. Emilia. She was wearing a red dress that fitted her perfectly and clung to her curves, accentuating the slight swell of her stomach that she was trying to hide but also trying to show.

Only her name has a red line through it? There is too much, printing everything out I sit on the floor. Slowly spreading out the papers. I look at the list. Elsie May, I saw that name. Searching through the papers I find the contract. Elsie May was the one named on the contract my dad had paid £50,000 to someone to kill her. “Well?” I look at Dwayne and shake my head. “Not now!” I don’t have time, I move, sliding out the pictures, my eyes stopping on a picture of Diesel with a woman, Elsie. I see his hand in hers, a ring on her finger.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

EMILIA I was walking home late evening after a shift at the bar. At the time I finished I had just missed my bus,but I would rather walk than wait around for the next one. I was holding the phone against my ear,talking to Michelle on the other end as I walked."You know I'm not much of a party girl. Nightclubs just aren't my scene." "I remember you enjoying yourself the last time. Come on,Kate. Come out with me." I found it funny that she was still calling me Kate,even though she knew my name was Emilia. I think it was Michelle's way of making sure she doesn't slip up.

But no matter how much she convinced herself, Emery hated that idea. As she spent her afternoon trying to forget about her fluctuating emotions, Lady Emily returned to the Eldford Hall where they were assigned to stay for the rest of their stay in the empire. She looked around the mansion and couldn’t help but admire how everything was so beautifully different compared to the royal palaces in the eastern continent. Only then, she stumbled upon a knight whom she remembered to be the one called Castor. She curtsied before him. “Sir Castor, is the king already in his quarters?” she asked.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.