Novel Elang Dan Emilia Novels & Stories

He stood rooted outside of Emilia's room and stayed there for a couple of minutes before he went back to his room. In Emilia's itinerary, she freed up the schedule of her departure day for the purpose to relax and enjoy nature and the landscape of the town from her balcony. When she woke up, she did not move but just lied in there, staring at the ceiling and recalling what she had just dreamed about. She slowly felt her ears and cheeks heated up. Emilia quickly pulled up her comforter up to her head and screamed. She could not believe how wild she was in that dream, and how sexy that man she had met in the bar was.

“I don’t even have the words.” “You don’t need to,” he said. They sat together at the table, their tea warming between them. Emilia opened the book, her fingers brushing reverently over the delicate inscription inside. “To the dreamer. – J.A.” The ink was faded but real. “I don’t deserve this,” she said quietly. Max leaned in. “That’s where you’re wrong.” For a while, they sat in silence, sipping tea, surrounded by centuries of stories. Then Emilia opened the book again, cleared her throat, and began to read.

Inside the great palace, Emelia was standing in front of the library, searching with her eyes for something that could help her return to her world. But the problem is that the language that the books contained was a foreign language to her. She opened several books, but to no avail She put another book on the shelf, and she exhaled with great distress and sadness. From afar, Lucien was watching her, pretending to search with her. Of course, he was not going to provide any help that would keep her away from him, especially since he had not yet confirmed whether she was his Emelia or not. She began wandering through the library shelves narrowly, looking at everything with bored eyes, until sh