Emilia Rose Books Novels & Stories

She continued on washing the dishes so she could rest herself. He didn’t even wait for her to respond, he just went there himself, hugging himself from the cold breeze and hit her up once more. ‘Will be waiting’. Rojean went to the living room area to catch up on the series she was currently watching and wanted to clear her mind first before going to bed with Lucas. As she got further into an episode, she got bored and pulled out her phone to see Sei’s notes and whatnot, information she can surely get something out of. “Sei is gone either way,” she told herself. “They’ll find out soon enough when they notice she's been missing in action lately. I can’t possibly live her life forever. At leas

Matthew’s low, teasing voice rang out above her head: “Why so startled? I’m not going to eat you.” Emilia bit her lip, not saying anything, but her face couldn’t help but heat up. From this angle, Matthew could see her pale ears turning bright red, looking so beautiful. Matthew bit his lip, feeling his teeth itch, wanting to bite her ear. Just as he was thinking that, Emilia suddenly opened her eyes wide and sat up, like a squirrel. She looked around the room, anxiously asking, “Where’s Ray?” Seeing how worried she was about her son, Matthew felt somewhat displeased. Though he knew Ray was her son, and the boy was quite adorable, the thought that Ray was her child with some other man stirred

I heard the front door of the pack house open, and I swung around to see who was coming in. "Ah, Layla. Looks like the maids haven't taken the trash out yet, huh?" Max snickered to Alex. I saw a small grin come across her face, and it made my heart swell. She looked at me, and once our eyes met, everything went silent. I could see the love and indifference in her eyes. I knew she had feelings for me, i'm her mate. But I also know that with Layla here, it's putting Alexandria into a difficult situation. She got screwed over with her first mate, she doesn't deserve this shit with her second chance mate. I'm just grateful she finally decided to come back to DemonCrest with me.

” I asked, my eyes fixed on my parents' headstones, refusing to look up. I couldn’t help but wonder how different life would be if they were still the ones running this empire instead of me. But then again, their path is what brought Emilia to me. I wouldn’t trade her for anything. ”I’ve heard of him,” Rosella replied. I shook my head. “That’s not what I’m asking, and you know it, Rosella.” ”I hate to be the one to say it, but Emilia was wrong,” she said, scooting closer. She reached out, sliding her fingers between mine to hold my hand.

It belonged to another version of her, one that hadn’t been traded in a blood deal. “I’m not safe, Rosa,” she said. “I’m surviving.” “Then keep doing it.” --- Emilia wandered the garden that afternoon, tracing the stone paths her mother used to admire when she was little. The smell of rosemary and burning leaves carried her back to a time before war. Before hate. Before the name Moretti was something to curse. She ended up by the reflecting pool, where a bench overlooked the still, dark water. She sat down and stared at her reflection.

***** Hey, my dear readers! Thank you—truly—for walking this journey with me and for embracing the world of Emilia and Maximus. From the very first chapter to this moment, your love, comments, and encouragement have meant more to me than words can express. Emilia’s path was never easy. She was tested, wounded, doubted, and pushed to her limits—but through resilience, courage, and love, she rose. Watching her grow, fight back, and claim her happiness alongside Maximus has been an honor, and sharing that journey with you has made it even more special.

A sigh escapes my lips as dread washes over me, realising I didn't have a coat or an umbrella. Absolutely brilliant. Way to go, Rose. I place my hand on the glass door, knowing that soon I will be drenched. I turn to face the old librarian as she approaches the door, "Goodbye." I say softly, then walk out into the freezing cold rain, the wind whipping at my skin and causing my ebony hair to stick to my face.

Stopping mid-stairwell, her mother called out with concern, “Where are your clothes? Why were you out naked? How did you get so filthy!” “I’ll be down in a minute!” Eliza impatiently shouted as she rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. It was a logical question for her mother to ask, and understandable for her to be concerned, but it still irritated Eliza. The only child of Viviane and Arthur Eaglesworth, she’d grown up feeling stifled by her mother’s attention and excessive affections. After experiencing the freedom of single life in the city, she’d had her doubts about moving back in with them a few months earlier, but the work and financial setbacks that she’d experienc

"This looks nice,My parents really went all out for us,Didn't they Emilia?" I closed the door of The Hotel and walked further into the room. The better part of it was filled with gift bags from the guests.I lips curved,just slightly."Yeah,It's nice." Liam picked up some Rose Petals from the bed,feeling the texture before throwing them back down. He turned his head in my direction and smiled,extending his arms out towards me."Come here, Mrs Phillips." It's time..The Part of the night that I was dreading just as much as I was those vows.The part of the night where I would have to lie there motionless while he fucked me.

she complained. “Nor do I,” I agreed. “What time is it, anyway?” “It’s three in the morning,” she said. I hopped off the bed. “I need to go clean up.” She slid off the other side of the bed and slipped on her robe. “I’m up now. I might as well fix us some hot chocolate. Maybe it will help us go back to sleep.” I smiled my thanks and headed for the bedroom door. “Esmerelda?” she said with hesitancy. When I stopped walking and looked at her, questioningly, she said, “Ghosts don’t have semen, right?”