Emilia Rose Books Novels & Stories

Emilie’s POV The mansion was too quiet after the training room cleared. The breeze from the open windows had died down, leaving the air still and thick. My body still hummed from Milo’s kiss — the way his hands had pinned me, the low groan he let slip when my nails dug into his back. It was the second time he’d kissed me like that, and each time it felt more dangerous and more real. I didn’t know how to stop wanting it, and that scared me more than Isabella Russo circling the estate.

She felt the need to facepalm in sheer embarrassment - her brother really did have such poor judgement in women. "Thanks, ma'am. I'm truly grateful for this....", Melissa paused, almost out of breathe. "This money could really go a long way for me right now." "Then you know the drill....", Amelia's gaze turned to steel. Such a repulsive woman, best get rid of her now or she'll just be worrying pest later on. Melissa nodded repeatedly, wearing a flattering smile, " I'll erase my existence and never speak of whatever happened today, never...ever!!", she raised two fingers, eyes glistening as she vowed softly.

Emilia POV Today was my first day at Willowbrook High School, the most prestigious school. My heart pounded with excitement and my nerves tensed up as I walked across the campus of Willowbrook with my school bag hanging on my broad shoulders. My name is Emilia, a half-witch and half-wolf Luna, which was deemed a curse in the entire wolven world. This school has always been my dream. I had always longed to be a part of the school. I examined the school buildings; it was fascinating and well-decorated, living up to its name.

"Watch your tone. Not just anyone can insult my date." Gemma's arrogance disappeared as soon as she recognized Luca, but that didn't stop her from yelling at me. "You have some nerve, Rosa! You've just been dumped by Carlo, and now you're already with him? A fickle woman like you is so disgusting!" I simply smiled. "Are you talking about yourself, Gemma? You claimed to be pregnant with Carlo's baby not too long ago, and now you've already moved on? Honestly, you switch men a lot faster than I ever could."

It was his damn fault, he hurt the girl he loves and she is dying slowly in a hospital yet he can’t do anything, and he remembered her saying he didn’t deserve to claim loving her, he was heartless. Most celebrities that Amelia Rose had helped out of the claws that could have sent them down came to see her so was mother Pauline and most of the children she grew up with in the orphanage. Mrs Jones stood at the far corner and watched the kind of love this girl had yet she didn’t notice it and it was already late. She knew that by tomorrow morning arrives they would preparing for Amelia Rose's funeral. Finally at the end of the day some unexpected visitor appeared, She stared at Amelia through

"Hanging himself would appear the least of the things I wish for him if only it would set me free from his captivity." "You only get one mate in your lifetime," The girl affirmed, her hands falling to her waist in disapproval. Emilia hunched and unhunched her shoulders, then strode to the washroom while mumbling, “Perhaps, the good goddess would be obliged to grant me another mate of less ego and good sense, when I finally lose this one." She bashed the door to evade whatever the bewildered maid would remark. The hot rosewater bath was savory after a long day. Emilia sat in the white tub with her head bent backward and her eyes closed relishing in it and thinking over her conversations with

Everything she's achieved, she earned on her own. Before Emilia could delve further into her question, Rosa stomped over with a group of unfamiliar faces in tow. She was still in her earlier attire. "Emilia, you won't believe how mad I was just a moment ago," Rosa huffed, plopping down in a chair across from her. Rosa's loud voice and rude manners didn't sit well with Emilia. Still, she held her composure, considering Rosa was the President's beloved niece. Emilia stood as the pride of the esteemed Watson family in Dawsbury City. She was cherished and nurtured with boundless love.

Emilia raises her head to look at Liam who seemed to be as confused as she was if not more. “ It’s Hailey. She did this, I’m sure of it.” Emilia said as she made her way into the room. The king sized bed was covered with rose petals. The petals flowed to a door that seemed to be the door to the bathroom. Wanting to see what was behind the door, Emilia opened it. The huge bathtub was also filled with rose petals. Jesus! Emilia felt heat rise up to her face. Going back to the room, she saw that Liam was already putting the candles off. The room looked romantic, too romantic.

The small room felt hot, and the air was thick with Emilia’s perfume as the women stared each other off. Emilia finally sighed and rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” She snapped again. Fixing her hair to look busy. Delilah raised the book. “I need to know. What inspired this book of yours? Tell me everything.” A knowing smile spread across her lips as she saw the book. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look like she was high on Mount Everest. “It came from my college days, Delilah. All the stories we’d hear about these whoring, loose girls screwing boys all over school, while acting like saints.

Even though she was well into her fifties, she still wanted to be called Lizzy because she said it made her feel young, I didn't argue with her on it. Lizzy just like my parents was heartbroken when I told her I'd be leaving for college, and as a farewell gift, gave me some books. I know she was sad because she always believed that one day I would take over the library from her seeing she was growing old and I loved books so much, but seeing I was currently on my way to Seattle, I doubted that that was possible. " Honestly Rosie, I hope you actually make time to study and not bury yourself in fictitious books all the time." Felix scolded once I begun reading.