Emilia Mernes Nude Novels & Stories

I asked him. “Yes, Beta. She only has two hundred dollars in her account and there are no other accounts under her name as well.” he asserted. Every day I have been trying to find a reason to prove that she is just like Elizabeth. But Emilia amazes me by proving me wrong once again. She truly does not have much in her bank account despite being the mate of Gamma Knight. I am not really sure what went down between them, that made her run away from him, but if she wasn't a gold digger, then why would she reject such a perfect man and run away?

someone whispered, while another asked, "How stunningly beautiful is she?" Emilia's elegance was undeniable. Her features were finely chiseled, with high cheekbones, a slender nose, and full lips that curved into a subtle smile. Her confident and powerful air was palpable, commanding attention without demanding it. The long, mermaid-cut black dress with intricate gold designs hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her slender waist and toned physique. The dress seemed to shimmer and shine in the light, as if made specifically for her.

the Papuan boy instructed. The six hands of the dark handmaidens grabbed at Emma’s pale naked body to help her turn over. The Papuan girls took advantage of Emma’s naked body, grabbing at her large white tits and slipping four dark fingers into her cunt to help turn her over. My wife did not mind but seemed to enjoy the attention that these young girls were giving to her randy body.

ADELE’S POV I sat in the sun-drenched morning room with Queen Emilia, a half-finished cup of tea cooling between my hands. Emilia looked radiant even in a simple linen dress, her hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of her belly. Pregnancy agreed with her; she glowed like the moon itself had settled under her skin. She tilted her head, studying me with that knowing smile she always wore when she was about to poke at something tender. “So… tell me. How’s your relationship been with Lucien?”

Or was it something that had happened while she wasn’t fully herself? That afternoon, Emilia sat alone in her room, staring at the ceiling fan spinning above her. Her mind kept playing a looping reel of half-memories. Laughter. Her cheek pressed to Sebastian’s shoulder in the elevator. Her legs not working properly. The soft click of something mechanical—had she imagined that? Her phone buzzed. Lena: OMG Florence?! Show me EVERYTHING. Living my dream rn. She stared at the message for a long time. She didn’t know what to show. Or what to say. The sketchbook sat closed beside her, pages blank.

"You know what, I already told you that it's not my problem. Luna Margo can't kill you anyway because you are the Alpha King's mate and mistress. So, what's the deal?" Emilia's stomach ached because of stress. She's three months pregnant, but everyone has been hard on her. 'If that Alpha really cares for me, then he would stop me from working,' Emilia complained inwardly. "Why aren't you answering?" Patricia demanded. "No. I will go and clean the Luna's room." Sighing in resignation, Emilia went to the Luna's room. She peeked inside and found it fortunate that Luna Margo wasn't there.

“I shouldn’t... you will.’ Julian laughed dark, crumbled her fingers exactly where she needed it, and gently in her neck. “But you still do. Because you want me. Because you want to know how it is feels like the son of your enemy fucks you.” He pulled out his fingers, turned them around and pressed them with the upper body against the Window window. With a jerk, he pushed her dress up, opened his pants and pushed with a hard, deep impact in them. Emilia cried out. Julian fucked her hard and merciless against the glass, a Hand in her hair, the other on her hip. “Look out,” he crawled at every bump. “The whole city can see us. And yet you only belong to me.” Emilia came violently, trembling, p

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.

Mike was sure that his daughters were too young to have stuff like that. He picked it, open it and to his surprise, it was Eva! Pictures of her in a bikini which barely covered her huge chest. Tiny triangles covered her hard nipples and the rest of her enormous tits were exposed. Eva was in white t-shirt that was cropped so high he could see half the bottom of her tits. Another picture was her in white t-shirt, soaked with water so he could see her thick nipples poking through the material. Another picture was Eva in the bathtub, with bubbles over her nipples.

She had never expected Vessara to see through the situation so easily. But now, she had no other choice. Emilia gritted her teeth. “Dalton has those kinds of photos of me.” “What kind?” Even Vessara’s eyes widened slightly as she stared at Emilia. Emilia’s face instantly flushed red. She lowered her head and stammered, “N—nude photos… There are… other people in them too.” By the end, Emilia looked as though she was about to cry. She had never imagined that the first person to discover her secret would be Vessara.