Emilia X Subaru Novels & Stories

The cold metal sent a shiver up her arm. For a long moment, she just stared at it. The weight of what she was about to do hung heavy. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what Lucien would do if he found out. But she needed to know. She needed to understand what storm was coming. With a steady breath, Emilia powered it on. The faint hum of life filled the silence. She scrolled to the only contact saved under a single initial V. And then she pressed call. It rang once. Twice.

So I made my decision. “Pick me up at eight.” ***** “So it will be just you and this Emily girl?” Xander questioned as we walked down to the front door. “Her name is Emilia and yes, it will be just us.” Emilia was waiting outside in her car and I adjusted the skirt I was wearing as we walked out. Emilia was waiting outside her car and her jaw literally dropped when she caught sight of Xander. Of course, I had forgotten that they had never met. “Wow. That's a nice piece of meat you have fished up. I don't blame you at all, girl!” She said, her eyes taking in Xander's body.

Emma still calls this bad boy ‘The Batmobile. “I love this car.” I pat the dash affectionately after I buckle my belt and relax back into the molded bucket seats and expensive leather upholstery. This car is his pride and joy, even though he has newer and fancier models. Emma once told me he has a sentimental attachment to this car because of she chose it. They have a very special bond as siblings.

Was Emilia fucking with him? *****************************************

He could put on rags and still make it look like a clothing for the runway. Emilia was dressed in a purple summer dress that stop at the middle of her thighs paired with black flats to compliment. Her hair was let down today, dancing with the wind. Like Liam, she also had a pair of sunglass but hers was used as a band for her hair. “ Of course Lucia.” Emilia replied Lucia with a huge smile on her face. Liam was at the side talking to his father. It looked like they were having a serious conversation but Emilia decided not pry too much.

Emilia made a throaty sound like she agreed with her, and she nodded. " So, can you tell me about yourself?" Emilia was curious to know about Lexa and with how she was looking at the young teen, she could detect Lexa was the same age as her daughter.

Forgetting about danger, she followed her friend and immediately they walked outside, both she and Leniela had their eyes and mouth wide open. Infront of them was a brand new white Lamborghini Huracan LP610-". "Holy Molly!". Emma exclaimed as she slowly moved atound the car in disbelive. Leniela just stood stil. "Mam." Leniela diverted her eyes to see a key being handed to her. "I don't want it." she briskly replied. The three didn't seem to understand. "Tell your boss that not everyone does something asking for compensation". She bravely replied. Giving the car one final look, she walked back inside the house.

“Oh no!” Celina cleared her throat, and a strained smile spread on her lips. “Thank you again for that.” She turned her head and glanced out the kitchen window. “That’s an interesting vehicle you have.” Emma fell into the change of topic in stride. “Yeah! Gabe has a Jeep.” She said “Jeep” with a drawl to make sure her mother understood the new word. “I know,” Celina confirmed. “It doesn’t look very safe. How is that even legal?”

Swiftly regaining her composure, Emilia said, "I'm still very eager to collaborate with you. Yet, as you may recall, you turned down my proposal in our last discussion. "Recently, I've come across your impressive contributions to aerospace engineering components. And I must admit, I'm intrigued. Would you be open to reconsidering a collaboration this time?" Emilia's words exposed her aspirations, laying them bare for all to witness.

Thomas smiled faintly as he said, “Grandpa, if you think Emma’s participation will be disadvantageous to the Hill family, Emma will just bid for her own subsidiary company. It won’t be related to the main family.” “Huh?” Harvard laughed so hard that his body moved to the front and back. “Subsidiary company? Emma only has a small, old factory that consists of less than twenty staff. Only a fool would give you the reconstruction project! Forget it, idiot!” Richard raised his hand to get Harvard to remain quiet. “Since you insist on humiliating yourselves, I won’t be bothered. But, you must remember what you’ve said. Emma’s bidding is just for her subsidiary company in the Hill family, and it h