Novel Elang Dan Emilia Novels & Stories

“At least not in temperament.” “I believe there is no one, save Satan himself, who equals Malcolm in temperament,” Ebenezer said sorrowfully. “What do ye remember?” “Those bastards fed on me in short, repetitious intervals to prolong my death while they tried to get me to give Kira to them,” Edwin said bitterly. “Someone rescued me. I remember his strong arms and his musky scent. It was a pleasant scent, but a distinctive one. “His name is Claus and he is the leader of a family of good vampires who are at war with Malcom’s evil pack,” Ebenezer explained.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

She looked back at Vivienne who leaned back into her seat, watching the duo. “I'm sorry? What's that supposed to mean?” Louisa asked, suddenly feeling unsettled with her utterance. Have they been talking about her? “Oh! Pardon me, I haven't introduced myself yet” the lady laughed “I'm Emilia, Il Vecchio’s wife” She looked back at Alejandro who just sipped whiskey in silence. Louisa nodded unable to say a word but the awe on her face was quite evident which she quickly masked, finally forcing a stiff smile.

Emilie’s POV: The morning sun filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the fabric of the deep emerald gown Milo had chosen for me. It hugged my frame tightly, the neckline plunging just enough to make me feel exposed, yet the elegance of it was undeniable. Tonight, I wasn’t just Emilie, the girl who’d traded her freedom for her father’s life. Tonight, I was Milo Petrov’s wife, and he intended for the world to know it.

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

ISABELLA The reception is loud in the way expensive things always are—curated, choreographed, relentless. Aurelia has had her hand at my elbow for the past forty minutes, steering me from one cluster of guests to the next like I am something she has just acquired and cannot wait to show. This is Isabella, Dante's wife. She is lovely, isn't she? Every smile I give costs me something. Every nod. Every gracious thank you for the congratulations I didn't ask for.

" Emilia's words sliced through the air as she aggressively thrust her knife toward Lana. Despite being pregnant, Lana effortlessly evaded Emilia's attacks. In terms of combat skills, Emilia was never a match for Lana. "Emilia, one should learn to be content!" Lana calmly dodged Emilia's assaults, aiming to engage her in an open conversation. She earnestly wanted to understand the root of Emilia's hostility toward her, especially when there seemed to be no discernible cause. "Content?" Emilia sneered, "Can contentment fill my empty stomach? Can it earn me respect? Faced with constant exploitation from the Cooper family, settling for contentment feels like a luxury I can't afford."

They broke in; “It's Mariano’s men.” “Run, Emilia, save yourself!” It was my mother’s voice. She was still selfless at the point of death; I was stuck, “should I run or hide?” I took to my heels. “I would never forgive you!” My heartbroken father’s last words before the gunshot . I dared not look back; I ran as fast as I could. CHAPTER ONE> EMILIA’S P.O.V "Not the frightening dreams again; I will never let that happen, it felt so real. I will save my family; I will get out of here".

he gasps, “I saw it.” With that I froze on my spot, again. How on earth did he saw that thing?! “Someone send it to me.” He must’ve read my thoughts and answered the question I had in mind. He can’t know about that. I can’t risk Celine to his schemes! “Was it someone or was it always your plan?” I accused. “Where is she, Emilia?” he asked again. “She’s not yours.” I answered. And twisted the knob open, leaving him on the spot where he should be.

Emery My eyes wander around to find Daniel, my friend since I started studying here in Melbourne. As soon as I see him heading towards me with a smile on his face; I begin to smile back at him. ''Man, it's been awhile. How are you?'' He asks. Before I can answer, he continues to speak, ''Wait. Don't tell me. You're the prince of England who left Australia in order to get married with the current princess, Emma. What a surprise,'' He adds.