Emilia X Subaru Novels & Stories

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

"She's saying that we are all... wait, what's that again? A... doofus? You mean, we're all doofus?" Emika nodded curtly with narrowed eyes and signed something else. Shivaay scowled like a kid. "Now that's not fair. Why not VVJ?" She just shrugged and nudged Chelsea to drive toward the destination. Emika never drives a vehicle without anyone joining her because it could be fatal if she couldn't detect the honk or something which might lead to an accident. Which is why she always takes a cab. For the club destination, Chelsea quickly volunteered for Emika to carpool with her. It must be her loquacious personality so that she could babble with no pause by having a quiet company.

"I guess I'm a little stressed out. "We could stay behind…" "No! No, we can't. I already told Ethan we were coming. He must be waiting for us already." "Okay. I suggest we leave now then." Emily nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea." She led the way out and Alethia followed. Alethia held on for a moment before she could get herself to enter the passenger seat of the car. The last time she remembered riding in that black Chevrolet Suburban was the week before her dad's sickness became an issue.

Alex The car hummed along the road, but the silence inside was deafening. I glanced at Emilia, seated beside me, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Her fingers deftly twirled a small, triangular piece of metal, the motion so fluid and practiced it was mesmerizing. For a child her age, the skill was impressive. Unsettling, even. I cleared my throat, trying to catch her attention. But Emilia remained lost in her own world, the metal dancing between her fingers without missing a beat.

Achilles laughed. The car came to a stop. “Okay, I am in charge of the fucker in the trunk,” Emilio announced, coming down. He landed with a soft thud, his boots crackling on the ground. Achilles jumped down too. “I'll get the bag, X.” “Yeah, I'll get rid of the car.” My brother nodded. “When you get in, rest. You drove us for three days,Xiomar. You stress yourself too much.”

I pressed. "I'm at home, of course!" Emilia snapped, clearly annoyed. "What's going on with her?" Emilia hung up on me. My urgency didn't sit well with her. Meanwhile, I immediately informed Jared of Sasha's location. I wasted no time. I drove swiftly to Emilia's house, his car speeding through the streets, covering a thirty-minute journey in half the time. Upon arriving, the scene outside Emilia's house was bustling with parked cars, suggesting a party or gathering inside.

The laughter of Zoella Facer filled the air as Emma tickled her. They had gone on a mother-and-daughter fun outing that Saturday evening, and Emma had driven her brand-new car she got as a gift from Ezra. It was a red and rich auto mobile from Cin’s car company. It was sleek, and people could see it was bought with a lot of money. The car spoke that just by its presence.

“You’ll wrinkle it before you even get to the car.” Emilia finished and gave him a soft chest last “There,” she whispered and kissed his back. “Perfect. Now you look like the powerful CEO the world expects.” Jax met her eyes in the reflection, suspicion clear in his expression. “What are you playing at this morning, Emilia? You want money? You need to use one of my sports cars for shopping? What is it?” She smiled sweetly, her hand lingering on his chest. “Nothing at all. I was just thinking… you should invite Delilah to my next charity dinner. The one for the children’s hospital foundation. It could be good exposure for her to find a man for herself.”

“He’s everywhere. In my dreams. In my memories. But he’s also angry, cold, toxic. I don’t know if what I felt for him was love… or just obsession.” Lena was quiet for a moment. “And Sebastian?” Emilia flushed, looking away. “He’s been… kind. Unexpected. Honest in a way that doesn’t feel heavy. Like he sees me, not the damaged parts.” “You like him.” “I think I do,” Emilia admitted. “But it scares me. And he offered to fund the Florence trip. Said it was a ‘scholarship.’ I haven’t given him an answer.” Lena raised a brow. “Wait. You mean the Florence? International clinical program Florence?”

That was unlike her but I wasn't about to complain. My eyes moved back to Emilia when I heard her gasp, she was scrolling aimlessly toward what seemed to be like an empty drive. There was nothing in it. "It seemed like I picked up the wrong drive," she mumbled, getting it out of the system immediately. "I will get the correct one." she sauntered toward the door, and this time, I followed her. I have worked with Emilia for long enough to know that she would never pick up the wrong flash drive. I know that mistakes were completely inevitable for humans. But she was the only human I know who had come very close to making that statement false.