Emilia Re Zero Fan Art Novels & Stories

Emma blushed. Will she be considered arrogant or a girl who likes to show off? He shouldn't have taken out his ZenBook while waiting for Baina. "Do you like drawing?" Zeny asked back. "Very like. Because my favorite is to be able to take me to a country known as the country of white bears," Emma replied proudly. "May I know what you're drawing? Incidentally, my sister also has a hobby of drawing," Zeny replied. Embarrassed and hesitant, Emma showed the gamer she had not finished making.

Chapter Twenty "I beg your pardon," Emilia's eyes narrowed at the girl before her who gave her a good run in height, despite her slim frame. It appears it runs in the genes as Milan seems to look like a hunk himself. Too surreal, bigger than an average wolf. Well, so are the men here, who seem to come with their nature as Lycans. The girl's eyes glinted with delight as she jogged forward to meet her, stretching out her hand to Emilia. "Hullo, I am Emma, princess to this Kingdom and a princess apparently," She rolled her eyes mischievously

I said, quickly ending the call. I swiped to my messages and waited several agonizing seconds for it to load. Finally … after all these years, there she was … my sweet Emilia. I finally had a picture of her. She was still breathtaking, still my perfect vision. I absentmindedly stroked the screen over her hair, trying to remember it's softness, it's tart scent. She was a goddess and my cock stirred, tightening my pants. Felix was suddenly awake and I felt his eyes shutter mine, trying to see the picture as well.

Ryder Conti. His body was bloated and unrecognizable, just as I had ordered. There would be no corpse to find. I deleted the photo without a flicker of emotion. Filth like that didn't deserve to exist in the same space as Emilia. The woman in my arms stirred. Emilia seemed to be having a nightmare. Her brow furrowed, and she snuggled deeper into my embrace, her hand clutching the collar of my pajamas. "Zayn..." she murmured my name in her sleep.

Emilia did love her, she was just bad at expressing her love to her twin sister, but she made so many actions that one could easily tell that she loved the girl, just like their father did to their youngest sister Zeta. There was no difference physically between the twins apart from their hair colour, eye colour and body statue. Perhaps, there was actually a lot difference between the two of them. Emilia, the older one and the more attractive one, she possesed long brunette hair and eyes very similar to Rosa's doe brown eyes, she was a bit plum and very attractive, her hips revealed in every dress she wore and ass bulged out as well. Elisa was not built that way, she had hips but in some dr

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.

I helped Emilia into her robe, tying the belt carefully while she chattered nonstop. “Do you think Uncle Vito will really let me paint his nails rainbow? Like, all different colors? Even the thumbs?” “I think he will,” I said, laughing softly. “He doesn’t break promises to you.” Emilia beamed, that toothy grin of hers lighting up the whole room. My heart did that familiar, aching flip it always did when I watched her like this, so happy, so secure. We settled into the steam room first, the warm mist curling around us like a gentle hug. Emilia leaned her head against my shoulder, quiet for once as the heat worked its magic.

"Emilla, yes, come in." ​Emilla entered, carrying a large, antique leather portfolio under her arm. She was dressed casually in comfortable leggings and a paint-splattered tunic. ​"Sorry to drop by unannounced," Emilla said, settling comfortably into a brocade armchair. "I was on my way back from the studio and realized I hadn't properly shared my art with you. It's my bribe to get you to talk to me about something other than the roses." ​Emilla opened the portfolio, revealing vibrant, expressive canvases painted in bold, emotional strokes. She painted abstracts, rich with color and texture, entirely unlike the restrained elegance of the mansion.

“And yet you still like me.” “Debatable.” Before they could continue, Emilia and Matteo arrived, both dressed as though they were attending a premiere rather than a campaign launch. Emilia squealed when she saw Sienna and hugged her so tightly Luca had to pry her off. “You’re going to be iconic,” Emilia declared. “I can feel it.” Matteo nodded. “It’s a strong campaign. Clean. Emotional. Distinct.” “That’s Matteo for ‘you’re about to blow up,’” Emilia translated.

Valentino introduces her to us. Emilia smiled. Her lips parted, “good evening gentlemen. I hope you are all having a great time. Just call me Emilia, by the way.” Her voice was controlled. Between being friendly and being professional. I heard one of his friends said something but I didn’t bother to listen. I was helping myself memorizing every inch of her facial feature. The way her eyes smiles along her small laugh. How her cheeks flushed to bright red, the moment her portrait was mentioned. How her lips moved as she speaks. I gaze at them intensely. Imprinting the image on my mind.