Re Zero Emilia Season 1 Novels & Stories

Alice felt a sudden urge to punch her in the face. "I have a deal to make with you," Emilia smiled, "I won't share this recording to anybody only if you do exactly as I say..." Alice bit her lip. "Please don't," She begged, "All I wanted was a fresh start. Moving to England was meant to be a new chapter in my life. A new chapter where all of the past stuff would be forgotten..." "I don't care about your sob story," snarled Emilia, "Get back to work with your gardening pals. If you do so, this recording stays between us two."

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.

The air in the entryway was suddenly heavy like gravity had changed its mind. Isolde stepped beside Dorian, but not behind him. She studied the woman Emilia who now calmly removed her gloves, finger by finger, like someone unhurried by threats. Dorian broke the silence, his voice restrained. “This place is closed to ghosts.” Emilia raised one eyebrow. “Then why rebuild one?” His lips parted, but no words came. He swallowed instead. Isolde finally spoke. “Who are you to him?” Emilia turned her head with the sharp poise of someone trained in both diplomacy and war. “Oh, darling,” she said smoothly, “I’m the woman who taught him how to play this game… before he thought it could be won.”

Emilio POV. The name is Emilio Black, captain of the football team, staright A student, eighteen year old, your friendly next door daddy dom. Everyone in my family went to this school, we are The Finest, if you want a future you'll kill to be here.

REBIRTH OF ESMERALDA . Chapter 1: Sister, why? . Esmeralda tests the strength of the rope by flexing her wrists. The skin is rubbed raw – but she’s had worse. She spits blood on the floor, right between her feet, and gets a magazine to the head when she doesn’t answer the head honcho immediately. He’s a real looker. Blonde hair, straight teeth, disgusting personality. He looks like he’s seen some shit. Haven’t they all.

"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion d

he spat angrily. “You should mind your language, young man. And you still need to get the toy,” I declared. He wanted to protest, but I shot him a glare. “Okay, enough of all this. We have an important announcement,” Emelia said as she emerged into the living room. I dropped Jersey as I wrapped my arm around Emelia’s waist, and they all watched us with curiosity written all over their faces. “Mummy, is something wrong with you? Your eyes are very red,” Jael asked.

he asked, his tone gentle. "Yeah," she replied, her voice hollow. The drive home was silent, the weight of the day settling heavily on her shoulders. When they arrived, Emily went straight to her room, collapsing onto her bed. She stared at the ceiling, tears welling up in her eyes. It wasn’t just Kelsey’s absence that weighed on her; it was the growing sense of isolation. Emma’s betrayal, Clinton’s accusations, the strained atmosphere at home—all of it was too much.

And now Emily, quiet, obedient Emily, was digging with her f*cking bare hands. Emilia reached for her coat. She didn't have a choice. Across town, Emilia shoved the front door open with enough force that it cracked against the entryway wall. "I swear to God, Carl, if you start with me tonight...." She stopped suddenly, the house was wrong. There wasn't the hum of a television humming or the clatter of dishes. Just a dead, stretching quiet that made her skin prickle.

It didn’t matter when I called; she would pick up and come to me if I demanded it. But now, the black screen stared at me, a cold reminder that the situation was not the same. Something moved in my chest and I didn’t have a name for what it was. I wasn’t sure I wanted to either. It felt strange and uncomfortable. I poured another finger of whisky but I couldn’t drink it. My phone lit up on the desk. Emilia. I picked up the call before the first ring. “Emilia.” The other end of the line was silent and I almost thought she had called back by mistake until she spoke.