Re Zero Emilia Season 1 Novels & Stories

Stop doing this to me. "No. No, Emilia. You are the animal. You are the bastatd who forgot your fucking origins and put a fucking man ahead of us! Ahead of your fucking family! You are the fucking traitor." Emilio was seething, and Claire moved slightly, as she tried to reach for her gun. My eyes widened as Emilia was still looking at Emilio. "Emilia!" I yelled, just as Claire grabbed her gun front he garter belt. I gasped, but Emilia was faster, obviously fuelled by the betrayal, and she stomped her heel on Claire's hand so hard that the thin end sank into hwr palm, pinning her down to the floor.

44 Emilia quickly goes back to her room. She is feeling kind of sleepy, so she goes into the bathroom, takes her bath, and then dives under the covers. She thinks about Milan again, but she tells herself that she is not going to be bothered by him or by his mother. If he does not want to talk to her anymore, it is just fine; she will survive. Soon, she falls deeply asleep. The next morning, she hears a loud bang on her door. She is so pissed off because her head starts to bang immediately. Angrily, she gets up from he bed and saunters madly towards the door.

My stomach churns as I watch Emilia stride in. I can now clearly see where we are. It looks like an abandoned cathedral or church, and it is massive. Emilia confidently strides forward, her heels clicking against the stone floor of the expansive hall as she moves to the front. My eyes land on the person behind her, following closely like a shadow, and I frown. It’s Raul. The sight of him makes my blood boil. How could he do this? My brother. Emilia positions herself on what looks like a pulpit. She looks at me and smiles, her red lipstick matching her dress—a perfect representation of just how evil she is. She motions to Raul. “Get her seated.”

She told Sebastian before looking at the floor and that was when she noticed me. "Who is this? And why is she kneeling on the floor?" That was her question. "Don't worry about her mum, I will handle her." Sebastian interrupted me before I could get one word out, even making a move to stand up, round the desk, and throw me out of the room no doubt. "I didn't ask you to answer me, did I?" His mother asked him and he halted in his actions. "Hi ma'am, my name is Emma Jones,” I answered her timidly after she gestured for me to stand up.

The lady says with a playfully pout. Emilia watched as they all conversed lovingly. Memories of her parents started flooding her mind and she could feel herself begin to tear up. She missed her family. She stood there smiling at the scene in front of her. They looked like a very happy family. Something she didn’t have. Liam looks back and realizes that he had almost forgotten her. “ Oh, Mum, Dad, Hailey. This is Emilia, my fiancée.” Liam says as be comes back to her side.

“I want your resignation letter on my desk within the hour. And if you try to spread any rumors or sell any stories about our… encounter… I will bury you. Do you understand?” Emilia felt the hope she had built crumbling around her. Not again. She couldn't lose everything again. But this time, something was different. This time, she wasn't the naive girl who trusted everyone. This time, she wasn't going to run away crying. She straightened her spine and looked Sebastian's Cross directly in the eye. “No.” Sebastian blinked. “Excuse me?”

Zia gently said to Emilia and gave her a warm hug before saying goodbye. Emilia left the room after bidding her goodbyes and thank yous to Gion and Zia, as she walked to her office, she noticed that Denver was peeking outside and when he spotted Emilia his eyes widened, and immediately went in. Emilia wondered what happened but she did not pick up her pace. She continued to walk comfortably and recalled the memories she had while working in the company. "number 37"

She said and extended her hand to me, I smiled and shook it. "Hi, I'm Caliana but you already knew that," I corrected, and we both giggled. Emilia was Levy's mate, they met in England not so long ago. We talk for a while and Emilia is jolly. Her phone rings again and she frowns, excusing herself to answer. "I'm sorry guys, this woman won't stop calling me!" She hissed, glaring at it. I was left with Levy, he sighed and caressed my cheek.

Emilia was confident in her abilities. Tired from the day, Emilia wanted to rest after washing up, but her phone suddenly rang. Annoyed at being disturbed at such a late hour, she reluctantly answered the call. After hearing the voice on the other end, Emilia's expression turned serious. Abruptly, she got up from the bed, asking, "What did you say?" The voice on the other end spoke again, and Emilia nodded in understanding. "I got it. Don't spread this for now. I have my ways to handle it."

​Emilia’s reaction progresses through sheer disbelief, to stunned shock, and then into a dark, terrifying fury that burns hotter than anything she directed at David. ​“He let me bury an empty grave,” she whispers, her voice breaking apart on the words. ​“I’m sorry Mom,” Eli says quietly. She’s quiet for a while before she asks. “W-why now?” Eli shifts uncomfortably. “He wants me to help him destroy David.” ​Eli goes silent, his chest feeling heavy as the terrifying weight of his position presses down on him. ​After a long while of silence, Emilia reaches across the wooden table, wrapping her small, thin hands tightly around Eli’s wrists, and forcing him to look directly into her eyes.