Emilia Rose Books Novels & Stories

"She never told me." That was the frustrating part. Looking back, I realized just how much she had kept to herself. At the time I hadn't questioned it. Elara had always been private. Brilliant. Kind. But private. "I remember books," I said finally. "So many books." A faint smile touched my lips. "Half the time I couldn't even understand the titles." Esme laughed softly. That sounded exactly like her mother. The resemblance between them felt stronger every year. Not physically.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

“Alright, let’s see what kind of stuff you read.” “Liam—” “Oh wow, this guy just gazed into her stormy eyes,” I say, smirking as I skim the text. “His grip tightened on her waist, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered—” Emilia lunges for the book, her face burning. “Stop.” I hold it out of reach, chuckling. “What? This is quality content.” “Give it back.” I grin. “You want me to read out loud? Might really help with the distraction.”

His voice got louder the more he spoke, each word a hammer blow against the silence. “Fine, let's say that you wanted to believe your eyes. When Emelia brought out evidence that it was actually Nora who placed the jewellery under her pillow, what did you do, huh? You only whipped Emelia more, just what kind of parents are you?” “But Elijah…” Amelia began, her voice a strained whisper, "You have to understand, Emelia... she used to be so... vile. And weird. She always caused problems. She had even pushed Nora down the stairs. Nora had to use a crutch for some period of time. Emelia was… She was just evil so we had to…”

She looked small — too small. Her hair was matted, and blood clung to her bottom lip like a dried stain. She didn’t move, not even when Valerie approached. Valerie knelt beside her with a sly grin on her face. Her perfume hung thick in the air, too sweet, like something trying to cover up rot. “Poor Emilia,” she whispered, brushing Emilia’s hair out of her face like they were old friends. “You really thought you were in love, didn’t you? How sad. How dumb.”

Emelia did not understand why the woman spoke so casually about a man as cold as Fredrick Camfrey like he was some toddler on best behavior. To her, the man was not only the coldest but the meanest. He was full of himself and she could never see him in the same light as the nana before her. Emelia did not want to break the pitiful woman's heart, hence she settled for the option of keeping her thoughts to herself. One year was all she had to put up with before the clock hit and she would once again be single and free as a bird. “Yeah…I do like reading,” Emelia replies reluctantly. She walks over reaching out for the books and unexpectedly, every book on the shelf was not only from her favorit

Jack, in the same shocked, hoarse voice, said: “Greetings to you, the she-wolf of the Ruling Southern Clan, the daughter of the leader Gabriel, the heiress of the Southern lands, Princess Emilia. The she-wolf growled again, looked around the entire Great Hall, or as Mike and Jer called it - ritual, and the wolves in it - no one got up and did not dare to raise their heads. "Who is Jack talking to?" a thought flashed through Emily's head. "Who is this Emilia? Where is she? And why is everyone on their knees?" and then it dawned on her. Emilia, princess, is there something? What kind of nonsense is he talking about? The girl tried to answer the leader, but instead of words there was a roar. "Y

"scorpion mocked, ensuing more laughter. She was seventeen. Her mother was Bridget Freeman, the CEO of Bree fashion empire. I already knew about her, infact I had been paid ten million naira just to have her abducted. I smiled, this tiny girl here was worth millions of naira if I played my cards well. She stirred slightly and I paused,thinking she was going to wake, she didn't wake up. My hands moved to her hair, they were soft. It was obvious she spent much effort in her hair . The roads soon gave way to bushy paths, the driver expertly maneuvered through the crooked paths. It was the road to our secret hideout.

She locks eyes with me, a sad smile gracing her lips as she stroked her belly. “You don’t get to make those decisions!” Emilio snapped. “You’re just a kid.” Emiliana, fearless Emiliana, stepped forward. Her shoulders rolled back and Vinnie and I already had our hands on our guns. “You’re wrong, Emilio. I am not a kid anymore.” “Gio,” Vinnie warned. “I know.” I had already seen Emilio retreat slowly, his hand gripping something behind his back. “I wanted to believe you had it in you to redeem yourself. I refused to accept that you were capable of this.” She looked at her mother, but all I could see was desolation in those eyes. Liliana was so lost and broken, just like Emiliana.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.