Novel Elang Dan Emilia Novels & Stories

Waiter’s and Waitresses as well as chefs are seen scattered across the room but in an organized manner. Emilia was used to all of this. She also came from a wealthy family so services like this were not new to her. She plants a smile on her face as they approach the table. “ Liam, darling. Sorry we’re a bit early. We couldn’t wait to meet the woman that made you change your mind about marriage.” The older woman whom Emilia now understood to be his mother says with a lovely smile. Emilia didn’t understand what she meant by ' change your mind about marriage.’

Emilia always seemed too fragile; her fair face with a pair of deep green eyes evoked thoughts of serene, tranquil forests, devoid of any aggression. Even after I treated her so unfairly, she didn't cry or plead due to my bullying. Instead, she cleverly piqued my interest. As Emilia said, I didn't care who Klaus favored, but if killing Emilia meant admitting my failure, then I had to let her live. However, as I watched the current situation in the arena, I felt that this intelligent and intriguing slave, Emilia, might die today after all. But Emilia seemed to have gained the special favor of the Moon Goddess. The moment that blue flame ignited her opponent, I realized Emilia would be the sol

~Adrian “What exactly do you want from me?” I asked. And she didn’t hesitate. “I want to marry you.” I blinked repeatedly. Was she insane? “Is this how you usually pick up guys at a bar?” I asked, already getting pissed off. She straightened, seriousness marked into her features. “My name is Emilia,” she said. “I’m twenty-three. I just graduated from college. I make my own money. “I’m super funny,” she said, almost too quickly, like she was nervous but trying not to show it.

And yet, he had walked in here with a diamond necklace and a perfect apology. "You two truly are wonderful together," Evelyn said softly as the plates were cleared away. She looked us over, her eyes filled with genuine affection. "Seeing you like this reminds me so much of his father and me in the early years. It takes a lot of strength to build a life under this name, Emilka, but you are doing a magnificent job." "Thank you, Eve," I said. The knot in my stomach was back, cold and sharp. "That means everything to me."

Orwell sleeps at my feet. I used to think I needed chaos to create. Adrenaline. The threat of disaster. The pressure of a con about to go sideways. But the words come easier now. Slower, maybe, but truer. Because I'm not writing lies anymore. I'm writing to you. --- Emilia visits in October. She comes alone — Sophie is home with Luna, who's teething and miserable and apparently determined to make everyone else miserable too. "Marriage is chaos," Emilia says, collapsing onto the porch swing.

Morgan, it might be her sister. Emma and Alex tracked Lila to a small art gallery in Portland. They approached her cautiously, explaining the situation in hushed tones. Lila was skeptical at first, her arms crossed defensively, but as Emma spoke about the danger to her family and the horrors hidden within The Collective, something shifted in Lila’s eyes. "I haven’t spoken to Eliza in years," Lila admitted, her voice soft. "But if she’s mixed up in this, I’ll help you. Just… promise me you’ll keep her safe."

Like they were a perfect match, he seem to be jumping from woman to woman, pfft. I couldn’t say a word. I just stared. Richard didn’t speak another word. His eyes didn’t blink. He just looked straight at Serena, his expression unreadable. Elena’s eyes landed on me, and for a moment, her smile widened just a little. “I’ve heard so much about you, Emilia,” she said smoothly. “It’s nice to finally meet.” as she reached out for a handshake. "Emilia Carson, but you already knew that," I said watching her closely while smiling.

Elara's eyes seemed to fill with sadness, and Emilia saw a deep regret in them. "I'm sorry, Emilia," Elara said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth about your family's past sooner." Emilia's eyes narrowed, and she felt a sense of anger rising up inside of her. "Why didn't you tell me?" Emilia asked. Elara's eyes seemed to fill with tears, and Emilia saw a deep sorrow in them. "I was trying to protect you, Emilia," Elara said. "I didn't want you to know the truth about your family's past."

“Where did you get this?” “I sent a maid,” she said casually. “Told her what to look for. She brought back three. This one felt the most like me.” Lucien raised a brow. “You sent a maid.” Emilia nodded, her eyes glittering. “I’ve been… building things.” “Such as?” “Loyalty,” she said simply. “Making friends. Learning who can be trusted. Who talks too much. Who would tell me what they see.” Lucien’s expression flickered, equal parts surprise and admiration.

196 Emilia’s POV The library was quiet except for the soft rustling of papers as I flipped through the pages of yet another thick book. The words blurred together after hours of reading, but I couldn’t stop. Not yet. A part of me felt like if I didn’t keep looking, the answers would slip further away, buried in the cracks of time and silence. The truth about my mother and who she really was, wasn’t just something Alonso or Alaric could tell me—I had to find it myself. I needed facts, not their filtered versions of what happened.