Emilia Re Zero Fan Art Novels & Stories

He said and lifted his face from mine. “What?" “The drawing, I want you to draw it again, one copy, two copies, a hundred copies, I want them." He nodded and stepped back a little. My heart sank and I looked away from him. If there is anything I was bad at, it was drawing. I was so terrible at it that I couldn't even make a perfect circle. It was just here that Emilia was better than I. She drew so well that she was given a scholarship years ago in an artistic company.

Emilia asked. " If you are going to be doing this, there is a possibility that this will be leaked and we are going to be in trouble" " It is not going to get leaked, just stay quiet and let me think properly" Emilia shut off her wolf form and drew a shady picture of Adriana. She walked majestically to her drawer and removed the knife in the drawer, she threw it right at the picture of Adriana she drew and raised her eyeballs to reveal a gleam that could only be considered and seen as evil.

“I had my sperm taken. You can always ask Kelvin, and everything will reply to you when you are in it. Emilia watched him channel the discussion in another direction but she was clever enough to know he was not ready to discuss it. “We should go to the theater; I know you love watching cartoons and one just came out.” Emilia turned to him, all smiles. “Really?” she giggled at the inner child in her resurfacing. Fredrick was more than pleased to see her so freely behave in his presence. Elena of Avalor played on the huge screen, and with every twist came giggles and gasps from Emilia.

I’m mid-blink, looking half-asleep, and Emilia looks like she’s just seen a ghost—eyes wide, mouth slightly open. “This is tragic,” I mutter. “No, this is art.” She grins, clearly way too amused. She moves on to the second one. This one isn’t as bad. We’re both doing peace signs, looking like two kids at a school trip. I shrug. “Not terrible.” Emilia nods in approval. “We look normal. For once.” Then comes the third picture. She had stuck her tongue out at me, and — I blink, staring. I hadn’t realised I was smiling that much.

"It's not a dream, Max. Everything is real. I... Fuck, touch... Why don't you... You're so dead. Emilia will kill you both" *****************************************

Emilia couldn't help but wonder, was what she had been persisting in all along right? From childhood to adulthood, the education she received, and the ideas instilled in her in the military academy, made Emilia hate the Asti rebels to the bone, thinking of them as a group of devils who only knew how to kill. But what she saw with her own eyes made Emilia feel confused; they were people too, and they were... indeed fighting for the freedom of their people. At night, lying on her side under the soft blanket, Emilia stared intently at a glow-in-the-dark sticker on the wall - the sticker was in the shape of Cupid, printed cheaply. The chubby god of love had wings and was pulling a bow loaded wit

she pushed it back to him. “You did the hard work yourself. I just pointed a few things out.” “Still. I’m grateful.” He nodded with a smile. “I’m glad I could help.” They talked for a few more minutes before Leo was called away. She watched him leave, feeling thankful that she had at least met a few kind people. Later, Emilia was sitting cross-legged on the bed when she got home, a small pile of threads in her lap and two wooden needles resting in her hands. She was frowning at them with full concentration, the tip of her tongue just visible at the corner of her mouth.

] The call ended, Aiden took another sip of red wine and he received an email that had a pdf file which is the digital copy of Emilia's resume and a picture taken from the get-together a few days ago. She had a lighter complexion, no blemishes, no makeup except for the lipstick. Her jet black long straight hair emphasizes her small face. Even though she is wearing eyeglasses, it cannot hide her beauty and charisma. In the picture, she was half-smiling to a woman who had brownish wavy hair.

"Thanks for the offer, Emilia, but I think I'll pass this time." Emilia's eyes danced with mirth as she nudged me playfully. "Come on, live a little! It's not every day you get to ogle some eye candy." I shook my head, my smile lingering. "I appreciate the suggestion, but I'm good." Emilia let out a mock-sigh, her tone exaggerated. "Oh well, your loss. I guess I'll just have to enjoy the view all by myself." I watched as she playfully pouted, her expressive face a testament to her carefree spirit. While Emilia's demeanor often clashed with the seriousness of our world, there was something refreshing about her unapologetic nature.

The kid is here in this facility so that she knows there is nothing wrong with her, that the disabled are those who look at her full of judgment. This kid is his masterpiece. Ameira is his masterpiece. Surely, no one can control this kid, not even Alejandro. Ezecarl Zlatan, however, is not just anyone. He can control the child that everyone fears. "What is your name?" He asked, making sure which of the six characters he was talking to. And of those six, he has one favorite. "Ivy." His lips curled into a grin. "Do you know why you are here?" Ezecarl asked.