Re Zero Emilia Season 1 Novels & Stories

"Let's go home and talk about it. We'll figure it out together. And you will tell me everything, literally everything." With a nod, Emma clung to her father, a newfound sense of security washing over her. Adriano guided her back to the waiting car. Adriano promised to himself that he is going to drag Emilia back their house and they will again live the life they used to live. It is going to be difficult, knowing that Emilia has now regained her memory and will act like a rebel again but Adriano knows he has power to control her and put her in place.

Veronica, at my behest, had deliberately bound her in cumbersome fabrics, and my guards had mercilessly whipped off her clothes one by one until Emilia lay before me, in pain and disarray. I had expected tears and pleas for mercy from her. As Veronica uncovered her face, I saw a pair of eyes that told me I might have underestimated her. 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.

It sparked a tempered flame inside of me. "Surprise?" I started, keeping my smile polite. "T'd hardly say it was a-“ "Emilia," Leon cut me off, "always had a way with words." He looked at me with knowing, and with humor, daring me to give away the fact that I had already seen him. I looked away from him and at my dad, noticing that my brother was assessing us, ready to come to my rescue if need be. And so he did. "Do you have to go to work tonight, Emily? Or is it a night off?"

"Spill." Emilia sighed, her shoulders sagging in defeat. "I just realized we didn't bring a camera to capture the moment," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. "Is that all?" I asked, my eyes sparkling with amusement. Emilia nodded, looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as our skin touched. "Let's go fulfill your wish," I said, leading her through the winding streets of Rome.

They were too thin, close to death the last I saw them. She sat up and stared out her window. -**Ow, Dion… I missed you. **- ………………………………….. Emilia was on the phone with her mother, “Ow, mama, I met him!” she cried. She had herself tossed on the bed. “God, he’s much more handsome in person! He smells so good and he’s so gentle! Oh, and calm, and peaceful, and polite, and—” “Okay, so,” the mother interrupted, “So, you’re in?”

“Fitting.” They sat in silence for a while longer, watching as the first drops of rain kissed the petals of the wisteria. The quiet was comforting. Emilia reached into her pocket and pulled out her notebook again, this time not to write names, but to sketch—lazy lines of vines, blossoms, and runes she remembered from Elira’s lessons. Mochi leaned against her side. “We’ll be okay,” she murmured. Emilia glanced down at her. “Even if they hate me again?”

Lola flashed Emilia a smile, Emilia avert her gaze, only to steal another glance two seconds later. Curses, this Asti girl smiled so sweetly, and she smelled good. Caesar addressed Emilia, "Let's talk." Emilia remained silent, and before departing, she looked back at Lola, who had resumed her seat on the carpet, absentmindedly tossing darts. Emilia had observed her for five minutes through the window earlier, convinced Lola was clumsy and aimless. Not a single dart had hit its target. But by some stroke of luck, Lola's dart struck the bullseye, eliciting a joyous exclamation after a brief five-second silence.

At first, I assumed it was Julian so I got up, went straight toward the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water while I waited for him to walk in. Then to my utter surprise, Emilia walked in with an empty glass. She didn't catch a glimpse of me at first, she went straight toward the sink, opened the dishwasher and dropped the glass then turned on the sink and washed her hands. She looked so at home, like she belonged in the space. When she finally turned around, her eyes set directly on mine. She looked taken aback for a second, then swallowed and looked away, heading directly toward the door. Not so fast bitch..

Turning, I sighted a new car and turned to see Calvin also staring at the car. “Emilia. It's her,” Calvin mumbled and walked off while I ambled after him. We got in and of course we found her seated right on the sofa. “Oh look who we have here,” Emilia chuckled the moment I stepped in, “the mere sight of you drives me insane. From the first day, I always knew you'd be trouble.” “Watch what you say, Emilia.” “Really?” She chuckled ridiculously and dropped her wine, “watch what I say? You're a fucking CEO and you haven't been in your company for days? Especially when the company is crumbling and not only that you're with the woman that's making everything crumble.”

I wonder what mental facility Emilia was shoved in to believe that guy was someone who could treat her right. She deserves so much better than whatever comes with Zane. Footsteps approach, light and familiar. I don’t even turn when she steps up beside me — I knew she would. Emilia leans against the rail, the night breeze teasing strands of curly hair across her face. She smells like tequila and citrus and something warmer, something uniquely her. I don’t speak. Neither does she. She shifts beside me, like she’s searching for the right words. But I don’t want to hear anything about how she can’t move on from him or how the body shots messed with her head so I beat her to it. “Had fun?”