Novel & Cerita Emilia Mernes Nude

Chapter 2 Ella. " What do you mean by I should kill someone?'' I screamed but she only fiddled with her nails. "It's not like it's a hard job, you will benefit from it, I know you can tame him and the cold-hearted man will fall in love with you then I will be able to exact my revenge on him,'' she muttered as she laughed silently to herself. "I think I need to take my leave now, and I don't even need your fucking job I screamed as I stormed out of her way."

I quickly walked to her. "That's Celine, Leon's ex." I turned to Adam and I glared at him coldly. I saw Celine completely looked like what Adam described her as. She's like an angel, too innocent. It looks like she's begging for Marie's forgiveness. Marie saw me and her eyes widen. She got up from the sofa and walked to me. "Is everything okay?" I asked Marie. "Yeah, let's get some food." Marie said as she grabbed my hand. "That's Celine right?" I asked and Marie turned to me giving me a light nod.

It's going to be a disaster. Pulling the bathroom door open, I freeze at the sight I'm met with. Emiliana has one leg on top of the shower bench and her head is thrown back, eyes closed as she pleasures herself. I've never seen anything so erotic. My cock instantly gets hard. She's too busy to notice my arrival, so I take a moment to watch her. Glad that I didn't use glass walls to separate the space. A smile curves her lips and I know she knows I'm here. Wrapping my fist around my aching cock, I ask,

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Neru scratched the back of his head and answered, "Emilia is my mate, Luna." "What?" in incredulity, I mumbled. Slowly, my body relaxed though it took time for my brain to process what I have learned. Who would have thought that the weakling beta of the Dark Moon pack would be so fortunate? Emilia is a pain in the ass, yes but I could tell she's a fine woman the men are wishing for. "Freaking unbelievable." Shaking my head, I snickered.

My hands twisted the knob, eager to welcome Lorraine back and make sure she never leaves the house without my knowledge. I hissed loudly as the unwanted visitor flashed me a warm smile. "What in God's name are you doing here?" I questioned. Emilia furrowed her brows and ushered herself in. I glanced at her in irritation, and wondered why she would dress like a harlot to visit me. Her strapless yellow dress clung tightly to her body and the length hung under her butt. Her upper breasts were barely covered by the low neckline which stopped just below her nipples. She should have left them opened as there was no use of covering them.

Kane drawled when she tossed her dress aside and stood in front of him in her underwear. “It doesn’t matter. She’s not here.” “I love Emilia.” “I know. I want to be your Emilia tonight, Kane. Please, let me be her for just one night.” She removed her underwear and stepped closer to Kane, rubbing her boobs in his face. “Please, tell me you like that,” she whispered desperately. “Tell me you love me.” “I love Emilia,” he moaned even as he began to touch her. “I am Emilia. Tell me you love me,” she said, unbuttoning his shirt feverishly.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

[A/N: Just a little reminder that this book is rated 18+, as there will be sexually explicit scenes that some readers may find disturbing. ] Marcelo~ The constant pitter patter of rain drops against my window sill, was the only sound keeping me company, as I sat alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that revolved around a particularly interesting female. Emilia Anderson! She grew up to be a fucking goddess, one I'd love to worship on my bed. Those baby blue eyes and the sadness they seemed to hide, I couldn't get them out of my head. Not that I even wanted to, I've always had a thing for her.

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.

Mochi lay crouched behind a rock, wide-eyed and untouched. Lana padded toward her. Mochi blinked, then gave a faint laugh. “Well... damn. Took you long enough.” The wolf leaned down, nuzzling Mochi’s side gently. And then, with a final ripple of pain and light, Emilia returned. She collapsed onto the cave floor, trembling and naked, her skin slick with sweat and blood. She curled into herself, shaking violently. Mochi padded over and placed her paw on Emilia’s hand.