Emilia Rose Books Novels & Stories

In that case, he is not the one to blame for everything that is happening, if not the father he recognizes as the one who created his other personality. I also asked his teacher what books he often reads. So he took me to their library where he often borrows books. The librarian there showed the list of books that Allen had borrowed from them. So I found out one by one the books he had read and I was surprised when I discovered that the books he was reading were about a father who mistreats his son and some books about crime, how to kill someone that no one else knows.

** I return my attention to Red Rose and the East River Alpha as he picks himself up off the floor, he is clearly enraged by how she just humiliated him, and I prepare myself to step in to protect those pups if necessary. "You Bitch! How dare you attack me?!" "You are a disgrace to the Alpha title! How dare you order the kidnapping of children, to force another Alpha to capitulate to your demands?! Simply because you knew you were weaker, and couldn't win, if you didn't have hostages to blackmail him with. Alpha's like you disgust me!"

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.

Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory. “Lord Veyne, your valor saved the realm,” he booms, and I bow, grinning internally. In the novel, he’s a background figure, but damn, he’s intimidating up close. Empress Liora, elegant in sapphire robes, smiles softly, her silver eyes kind but calculating. Book described her as a diplomat, but she’s got that queenly vibe. Then there’s Princess Elyria, Ardyn’s younger sister, barely mentioned in Thorns of Desire, a fleeting note of beauty and mischief.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

“Seriously?” That’s when Emma dropped the old-looking book onto my side of the table. It looked so old that its leather cover was frayed in places and you could barely read the title; Legends of the Old Country. “Where did you get this?” I asked. “The school library’s one of the oldest in the country… you’ll find an odd relic or two stuffed into the stacks if you try hard enough,” Emma answered. Emma flipped the yellowing pages until she found the one she wanted me to read.

She turned to see Emilia entering the room with slow steps. Emilia was out on her college trip for two days and that was why she got locked outside of the mansion when those fretful accidents took place for her sister and the family. Emilia heard it all, a scary to the scariest version of everyone's story who witnessed that day being inside the mansion. She could only imagine what Rose went through and realisation finally dawned upon her why Rose always wanted her to stay out of this place, away from these people. "I've given it a thought, Rose. I want to pursue that course in Milan just as I dreamt of and just as you wanted," Emilia informed Rose with a warm smile on her lips.

Chapter 258. Rosealba pushed the door to her office open stepping in. Her heels clicked softly on the tiled floor, and Emilia followed right behind her, carrying a folder and her usual iced coffee. “Tell me you’re finally going to pick that book,” Emilia said, already eyeing the shelf in the corner. Rosealba glanced at the space where the thick, untouched manuscript sat, tucked between design catalogues and brand guides. She walked over slowly, her coat swaying with her steps. “I dropped it before.”

Rosa’s POV Emilia didn’t wait for me to spell it out before she stormed out with her miserable entourage trailing behind her. I didn’t stop them, and I didn’t feel the need to. The media she had invited captured everything—every humiliating step she took as she was driven out of the ranch she had tried so desperately to claim. “She’s a manipulator,” Emilia kept shouting as she crossed the gate, her voice sharp with desperation instead of conviction. I barely listened. My attention had already shifted upward as the covering over the gate had been removed. I looked at the inscription, my eyes watering.

She pursed her lips. " You heard me right Rose. What do you want from Caspian? " She tilted her head. " He's my brother. " She snapped. " Richest man in Goa. You've already broken millions of girls' hearts, marrying LIAM. " Emilia said his name as it tasted honey on her tongue. " You are a jerk. " She snapped. Emilia grimaced her face. Then suddenly came back to sweetness, " It's really nice to meet you. I'm glad you came and agreed to meet me. I hope we'll see each other soon. " She smiled.