Emilia Rose Books Novels & Stories

We all look over when we hear a cry and find Emyria up on a chair while her brothers are still on the floor. “How did she get up there?” Devon asked. “I don’t know but her brothers are not happy with this development.” Nate points out. We sit there and watch the two of them try and pull themselves up to get to her, but they can’t seem to figure it out. Emyria just sits there looking like a princess on her throne. I smile at this. I am sure she wants to get away from her brothers and be by herself. We watch as she leans up in the arm of the chair and floats her way over to the couch. This makes the boys cry even louder. I look at Devon and Nate; their jaws are almost on the floor. I

“Esmerelda, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” I don’t know who was more shocked by the words that poured forth from that handsome mouth with eye catching straight and -dentist whitened- teeth. From the look of shock on Melanie and Nora’s face, it was clear that they hadn’t expected such a comment any more than I had. “Esmerelda Sleuth is her full name,” Melanie giggled, with emphasis on my last name of Sleuth. “Here’s the best of it. She’s an investigator! Get it? Esmerelda Sleuth is a sleuth!”

No. There were cuts and clarity and settings and a whole bunch of things I didn’t give a shit about. Emilia, on the other hand? She gave many shits. “Rosa doesn’t care about flashy,” she said. “She’s not the kind of woman who wants something just because it’s expensive.” “I know that.” “But she still wants something meaningful.” “I know that too.” “So don’t screw this up.” I sighed. “Emilia, I’ve killed men without breaking a sweat, but right now? You’re making me nervous.”

What she uncovered was something never before seen in this mansion. "Mili..." She shouted. "..Rose. Come here," she called her sisters. Mili was assisting Rose in her determined search for a particular book she urgently needed when Emilia's voice interrupted them. Sharing a glance, they both made their way toward her. Emilia, brimming with curiosity, eagerly revealed the contents of the wooden box - especially the exceptional items she had recently discovered inside the old, rusted package.

“And you think I don’t?” “I think you pretend not to,” Rosa said smoothly. “You walk around in silk robes and high heels, looking down on people who have served this estate for decades. You forget we see the way you stay close to the Don’s side, whisper in his ear, pretend you matter. But you don’t matter Emilia.” “I don’t pretend anything,” Emilia said quietly. “And I am not looking down on anyone.” Rosa’s lips curled. “Of course not. That’s the most dangerous kind of woman, the one who doesn’t even realize she’s temporary. A passing convenience.”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I explained, trying to untangle the knotted threads in her mind. "A misunderstanding?" Emelia repeated softly, her beautiful brow furrowing faintly. I nodded firmly. "Yes. All of this chaos happened because of Rosalina's malice. In fact, that demonic woman is the reason you were separated from Lucas before you were even born." "Is that really true? He... he isn't a bad person? He truly didn't intend to harm you?" Emelia asked again, seeking reassurance with a gaze laden with doubt.

Leaning down, he offered his hand to bring her up. Rose looked at the offered hand longingly, debating if she should follow the rules or just have fun… as the boy started to wiggle his fingers she grasped his hand and jumped up onto the side of the fence panel. The ladies were all so engrossed in ogling the soldiers and their muscles that no one noticed her for once and she could at last have some real fun! Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.”

When George pulls the room door closed after giving me a smirking nod, the bathroom door opens up. Rose walks back into the room and looks like an angel. She has on navy blue pajamas. They have little white roses all over them and white edging. They complement her skin and eyes and bring out the light pink in her cheeks and lips. Melinda has blown out her hair and it is falling in dark brown silky waves, like a waterfall down her back. Overall, the shower did her a tremendous amount of good. As she walks closer, the light fragrances of the products she used, complement her natural scent perfectly and I look up to Melinda. *Thank you. She looks so much better, and it looks like it gave her a

Prologue: Everywhere was in disarray when I entered our once peaceful mansion. Not even the maids were at peace, all my father’s numerous bodyguards had suddenly disappeared, and our home was empty. I saw my mother and father panicking, jittering with fear. No one noticed my presence, they probably weren’t expecting me. I turned around to end it all by leaving; what’s the worst that could happen anyway? “Hurry up, leave this place Emilia, you have to save yourself.”