Novel Elang Dan Emilia Mga Nobela at Kwento

she cursed and then quickly covered her mouth as she realized she just indirectly called her mother a bitch, and I chuckled. Emelia really has her way around here as she already grabbed Kira's heart also. I felt a little jealous because she seems to have achieved what I haven't been able to do all these years. And I wonder if perhaps I actually have my own kid, would I be accepted and loved by this family?

I sipped my drink, “I’m bored in my husband’s house. Is this how marriage is?” “It’s only been three days you’ve spent with him.” Lila said, “And you are bored already?” “Exactly.” I raised my hands, spreading my palms in the air. “How can I be bored already? Delano has anger issues, that’s just what I would say.” Lila stared at me suspiciously, “Miss, what did you do to him?” “Do to him?” I smirked. “Nothing much. I poisoned his drink, pointed a gun at his uncle’s head and…and…” I trailed off.

Katalina “Gawd, it's so good.” Emilia groaned as she stuffed her mouth with the toffees I brought back from last night. It's one of her favorite desserts, so before leaving the hotel, I had Huracio order some from the restaurant. “Did you bring the file?” I asked, trying to steal a piece. She swatted my hand away, snatched the box off the restaurant table and glared at me.

she left slamming the door. "Argh!" I yelled out in anger. My hands lost control as it messed up my desk. I sat down on the bed holding my head with my hands. All this was driving me crazy and there is nothing I could do about it. Elma's POV I stood in front of the church's double doors as my ears listened to the church bells. I was on my wedding gown, carrying a flower and a little silver crown on my well packed hair. Nina hired make up artists to do all my make up and hair. I looked different. I have never dreamt or even thought of how my wedding day would be so I was surprised about my look and the moment.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

The rivers curved backward, like they, too, were fleeing. At the edge of the Hollowborn territory, Emilia stood on a rise of stone with her wolves—what was left of them. Behind her, humans with silver-tipped arrows and eyes that refused to look anywhere but forward. Some were militia. Some were just brave enough—or stupid enough—to believe in her. She hadn’t slept. She hadn’t eaten. She had bled, bathed, burned… and been born again under every phase of the moon. And now she stood, silent as the trees, waiting for the sound of bone on earth.

Emilia would rather Angus be a fool, at least a fool would not have such unbearable thoughts. She has always believed that she will successfully differentiate into an excellent alpha, and from then on, she will successfully pass the selection of special forces, enter the military academy, and like her brother Caesar, obtain a badge symbolizing merit. Being contaminated by another alpha with dirty fantasies, Emilia felt angry. She was sick for two days before she got better. The young ladies of the nobles gathered again. Emilia still brought Angus to participate. The difference is that when other people discussed the Asti people with some malicious tone, Emilia called Angus over and beat him.

he chuckles. Emilia yawns, pulling the duvet away. She has not slept so peacefully for months. Every night came with nightmares from her previous life on the morning of her parents' accident but today was different. She felt so refreshed and alive just sitting on the bed and staring out the window. A smile spreads across her lips, memories of the previous night flashing. She couldn't deny he was handsome and gentle, and she couldn't forget his worried look, but the night was blissful, and that alone was enough for her to have her wish for another. Emilia quickly rushed into the bathroom, washing up and getting ready for work. Kelvin was waiting but there was no sign of Fredrick. Emilia glanc

I rushed to them, my heart in my throat. “What happened?” I demanded, pulling Novel into my arms. “I don't know,” Emilia explained, her voice trembling. “I was helping with the tent and saw her walking away. I called her name, but she didn't answer. She was like a sleepwalker. When I saw her heading straight into the water, I realized something was wrong. I tried to stop her, but she just kept moving. When I finally grabbed her, she looked confused. She hasn't said a word since.”

And with that Emilia slipped away, back into the party. Now alone, Delilah glanced at the sleek black book in her hand. According to the news, Emilia had made millions of Euros from the book sales. Everyone has been gushing about how hot, explicitly raw and delicious the book was. Emilia writing about sex and making millions from it was the last thing Deliah or anyone expected from her. Jax wasn’t giving her the kind of sex required to write such as heated erotica novel. Except she was cheating and getting that heated sex elsewhere.