Novel Elang Dan Emilia Novels & Stories

Emilia swallowed and fought for her voice. "I didn't know who you were, either," she flashed right back in a slightly shaking voice. "We aren't here to talk about the past." Luca's jaw flexed, glints dancing in his eyes. "Stop lying to me." "I am not," Emilia shot back with far too little venom. Luca leaned in, intrusive. "Then explain this-explain why you vanished that night and why you look at me now as if from some ghastly dream."

REBIRTH OF ESMERALDA . Chapter 29: home and people in it . . *ESMERALDA GONZALES* Esmeralda sits up on her bed as she stared ahead into the oblivion thinking of how she would be able to get past this. In the former timeline, she was immediately elated the second she found out that she was to be married to Maverick Gunner. It was like her dreams come true but now … That wasn’t her dream anymore. She wasn’t interested in becoming a puppet for her father to handle. He seemed more interested in what he would benefit from his alliance to the Gunner pack than her own happiness.

Everyone in the room laughed a lot at his reply. Elliot and Reuel become best friends. Pearl and these boys were playing with the new babies. Lily was with them. Another family members left outside giving us privacy. "So happy Wifey?" He asked me. "Yes, so happy," I chirped happily. "I love you, Mr Liam Matthews, the Mafia Emperor," I snake my hands around his neck. "I love you, too Mrs Elsa Liam Matthews, the mafia Empress..." He halted and shook his head negatively. Then continued, "The Mafia Emperor's Addiction."

I had found that out when we were older and she had told me. Emillia was not from my pack. Her pack members and mother think she got lost but she ran away from their pack to mine and begged me to not say a word. We were young and stupid so I obeyed her wish. We fell in love but things did not work out as we had wished, she later met Edward who she married and had children with. I guess Edward was her mate. Could Elana be the granddaughter that Merlin spoke of? It all connects and must be the only explanation. Or else they had another child aside from Emillia?

“You’ll be the very first person to hear it.” Her small face broke into a sleepy grin. “Okay, Papa.” A few minutes later, Noah appeared in the doorway, his hair messy from sleep and his voice thick with a yawn. “What are my two favorite people doing awake at this hour?” “Papa’s writing a new book,” Emilia announced proudly. Noah raised an eyebrow at me, amused. “Already? You just finished one last month.” “This one’s different,” I said, feeling a rush of excitement. “It’s for kids.”

Luca said simply while chewing his carrots. Luca was back in his office while Emilia gave herself the tour of the house, she had been in the library for two hours now, lost between pages of different books she had picked up, mostly first edition books. She wondered who read all these book certainly not Luca, at least he didn’t seem like someone who reads anything outside of his business contracts.

Matthew’s low, teasing voice rang out above her head: “Why so startled? I’m not going to eat you.” Emilia bit her lip, not saying anything, but her face couldn’t help but heat up. From this angle, Matthew could see her pale ears turning bright red, looking so beautiful. Matthew bit his lip, feeling his teeth itch, wanting to bite her ear. Just as he was thinking that, Emilia suddenly opened her eyes wide and sat up, like a squirrel. She looked around the room, anxiously asking, “Where’s Ray?” Seeing how worried she was about her son, Matthew felt somewhat displeased. Though he knew Ray was her son, and the boy was quite adorable, the thought that Ray was her child with some other man stirred

I picked it up and it was a picture of the same lady I had seen the last time. “La mia Emilia” was written in the new picture!

Emilia was eleven months old now. The house was filled with childlike glucksen, the scent of fresh coffee and the quiet sums of Alexander when he carried his daughter through the rooms. On a sunny morning Lena sat on the kitchen table with Emilia. The Baby kaute concentrated on a piece of banana around and saw his mother with big, dark eyes on. “Well, sweetheart?” Lena whispered and dragged her over the cheek. “You still want more?’ Emilia gave a cheerful sound of herself and stretched her arms after her mother

49 “Not again,” Emilia mutters to herself. “Did I hear you say something?” Penelope asks. “No.” Emilia says. “Good.” Penelope says. “Now, back to my question, why are you still talking to Emma?” She asked. “Because I like to talk to her,” Emilia replies. “I see. Milan, did you hear that?” She asks. “Yes, I did.” Milan replies to his mother. “And what do you have to say about it?” She asks.