Emiya Alter Novels & Stories

Maja was his big brother Nick fuck doll, because of her skin color and her race she was bullied. His brother saves her from her depressive stage, in exchange, she became his all time fuck doll. She has history and tendencies and behind her "I can't break a glass type of personality" is a submissive. He was able to record her exhibitions so many times. Most of it are erotically thrilling, yes she give that thrilling feeling when she starts to do her thing.

“Hello…yeah…we’re sitting right at the bar. You’re almost here? Okay. We’ll see you soon.” “That her?” I said. Marco nodded. I had spent so much of my life hating this woman, I had no idea what to expect. She was Emmilia’s mother but she had also left Emmilia alone but…. there were so many buts that I didn’t know what to do with them. I looked at the door and a few minutes later, it opened. The woman standing there was known as Giana Allegra to everyone else in the world. An actress. An actress that was supposed to be dead or missing or something….and she might as well have been an older version of Emmilia.

When she was done she searched over his clothes and settled for a brown t-shirt which covered nicely and rested just above her knees. She was satisfied with this one and walked a couple of times before the mirror admiring herself. His smell was all over it which made her even more happy. It's been a long time since she felt this happy and content, she did not want this feeling to go away. ‘’Emandra, we should talk to Chase about visiting the land of Altera. The valley of Altera holds answers to our existence’’ Emma spoke for the first time since they woke up. They were awfully quiet.

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

He abandoned his scheduled mission, practically jumping back and away from the elevator. And with a mechanic sigh, the doors slid shut, leaving Emilia alone with her reflection in the polished steel. She looked insane. Half of her hair was falling out of its elegant updo. Mascara was starting to run down her cheek. Her lipstick had bitten away. The carefully put-together wife of Jax Romano had disappeared, replaced by this wild-eyed woman clutching a red, lace, thong, that wasn’t hers, like a disgraced and haunted wife.

The goat Emilia was holding was the rascal of the herd with many injuries and half a left ear. Ira watched as Emilia tended the poor animal who struggled against her wildly. She was so much changed from the dainty queen who came to her doorstep with tears in her eyes, eyes set in a pale face. Her skin was darker as compared to when she had shown up with smooth skin and her hair was braided down her back without pins. She still had sadness in her eyes from time to time but mostly she worked around the farm and in the barn to a point of exhaustion. She appeared to enjoy working but Ira knew better, she worked to distract herself during the day so that at night when she fell into her bed she wo

“I am deeply wounded.” “No, you’re not.” “Emotionally.” “No.” “Perhaps a little.” Ragnar didn’t even bother responding. Lyrielle looked between us with obvious confusion. It was probably strange watching the emperor of an empire argue with someone who was supposed to be a powerless Omega. To be fair, it was strange for me too. A few months ago I had been a king. Then I had died. Then I had woken up in the body of an Omega prince who had been sold to an emperor.

"You know it is impossible to talk me to death, Terra." The Succubus hesitated as she gazed at Emma, it was like she was waiting for something to happen. "What have you learnt about me?" Emma asked. "There is nothing to learn from you, except the fact that you are an ungrateful daughter." Terra proclaimed. "But I learned something about you from her numerous fights," Emma said. "That is why I know that you are waiting for the pheromones you released to kick in to slow me down. To make me disoriented so you can beat me easily."

The mate bond snapped violently and gasps echoed in the room. “What are you doing ?” he shrieked,his voice rising as the impact of my words hit him which sent both of us flying in the air with blood grazing our lips. “ You are nothing without me Emilia”he declared sharply. I slowly lifted my head, wiping the blood off my lips with a smile playing on my lips. “My name is Emilia Hale, you may know me as a coach or the great mind behind Darian scott game strategy “ I announced,my voice stern.