Re Zero Emilia Season 1 Novels & Stories

Seeing his confident demeanor really irked Emilia, so she deliberately said, “What if I betray you? What would you do?” Matthew slowly walked forward until he was right in front of Emilia. She stubbornly didn’t step back, and as a result, Matthew’s tall frame pushed her down. However, she wasn’t afraid. She just looked at him calmly. As expected, Matthew quickly wrapped his arm around her waist to make sure she wouldn’t fall.

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

The cold metal sent a shiver up her arm. For a long moment, she just stared at it. The weight of what she was about to do hung heavy. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what Lucien would do if he found out. But she needed to know. She needed to understand what storm was coming. With a steady breath, Emilia powered it on. The faint hum of life filled the silence. She scrolled to the only contact saved under a single initial V. And then she pressed call. It rang once. Twice.

Tomas asked his mother after placing their sibling on the sofa. "Europe, with my acquaintance or in Indonesia," Don Emilio's wife answered. "They're crazy! You won't be able to leave anymore," Agent Zero thought to herself. "Did you hear that? While it's still early and there are no solid plans yet, come here NOW!" Agent Zero said to her colleagues on the other line. "Yes, CAPTAIN!" shouted her comrades on the other line. Agent Zero just smiled and jumped onto the roof, then crawled inside the mansion. She went through each room and saw Aiya looking angrily at the picture she was holding.

Thankfully she answered after 3 rings, just hearing her voice had the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Pull yourself together,Emilia. But that was merely impossible. [PHONE CALL]"Hello" [PHONE CALL]"Claire.."I sniffed back tears."It's me..It's Emilia!"As I cried outside the bus station I noticed that I had drawn some attention. People were watching my emotional display. [PHONE CALL]She gasped."Milly! Oh My God!! Please,Tell me you did the right thing and got the hell out of there?" [PHONE CALL]"I'm at the bus station. I didn't know what to do..I didn't know where to go?"Another bus pulled into the station,the bright light causing me to turn in the opposite direction.

This was exactly what Arianna wanted—fear and doubt. I stepped forward, my voice sharp as I looked Zeke in the eye. “Zeke, if Emilia wanted to hurt you, she wouldn’t have waited until now. She’s the only reason you’re not dead right now.” Zeke’s gaze flicked to mine, the uncertainty in his eyes still there, but wavering. He glanced back at Emilia, who was kneeling patiently, her hands hovering just inches from his wounds. She didn’t say anything, didn’t try to defend herself, just let the moment hang between them.

I became the monster he made. My attention was shifted back to the present, as I heard approaching footsteps from behind me. Tensing up, I turned around to look back, only to see Emilia in a robe. She seemed to have just taken her bath. Her blue eyes were locked onto mine in a gaze that instantly sparked something inside me. Slowly, she reached for the knots on her robe, loosening them, while still fixating her eyes on me. I frowned, confused about what she was really up to.

I noticed her immediately, but before I could call her name, her eyes moved from Camila to me, then back to Camila again. There was something different in her expression. It wasn’t anger exactly, but her mouth tightened, and her fingers curled around the folder as though she had suddenly remembered something unpleasant. “Emilia,” I called, stepping away from the table while my attention shifted completely toward her. “Are you heading somewhere?” “I have work,” she replied, keeping her voice casual as she looked briefly at Camila before returning her attention to me. “I was only passing through.” Camila turned toward her with a pleasant smile. “We were just discussing a business proposal conn

Her eyes were locked on me as if silently waiting. “Capo, è un'emergenza. La signora Emilia è stata trovata priva di sensi in una pozza di sangue. Si è scoperto che si era tagliata il polso,” my shoulders tensed up as he spoke. (Boss, it's an emergency. Signora Emilia was found unconscious in a pool of blood. It turns out that she slit her wrist). “Quando?” Without thinking I turned around and hurried to the elevator. “You had one job,” I said, my voice dangerously low. “One fucking job!” my blood boiled as I watched the elevator doors close, seeing Tessa still glued to the spot as she stared back at me.

You had it all before, now it’s going to disappear along with you. “What are you doing?” My thoughts are interrupted by Emilia. She sat on the lounge chair in front of my desk, looking intently at my face. I cleared my throat and gave her a small smile. She avoided my stare. A crimson blush across her cheeks. I let out a small laugh and said, “You don’t have to hide that pretty face of yours, my sweet.” “Fuck off, Cairo.” I let out a mocking laugh and carefully covered the papers away from her sight and curiosity. My fingers slip on the desk as I silently covered any evidence with my office works.