Subaru X Emilia Novels & Stories

Emilia turned and walked towards the car, her heels clicking on the pavement. She felt a sense of relief wash over her as she reached the car and opened the door. She got in and sat down, taking a deep breath as she waited for Marco. "Wait for Marco," she told the driver, who nodded and smiled. Emilia looked out the window, watching as Marco came out of the house. He was talking to her parents, smiling and nodding, and Emilia felt a surge of anger. How could he be so friendly with them after what they had done?

Emilia hadn’t expected Dante to accompany her—much less drive her there personally. It felt surreal sitting beside him in the sleek, black car as they passed unfamiliar faces and familiar corners. The silence between them was thick, but not uncomfortable. Dante didn’t speak, nor did he glance at her. He simply drove, eyes fixed ahead like he was preparing for war. The closer they got to her old neighborhood, the more Emilia felt her nerves stir. Her stomach tightened, her fingers laced tightly on her lap. But as the car turned onto her old street, a smile unexpectedly found its way to her lips.

Make him look her in the eye and explain this. "Mrs. Romano?" Marcus, her personal bodyguard appeared at the living room as she stormed past, his hand automatically going to his earpiece. "Where are you going, ma’m? We need to coordinate the other guards, and arrange the cars if you're leaving the property…” "I'm driving myself." Marcus’s eyes narrowed "Ma'am, that's not protocol. Mr. Romano specifically requested that you should not drive yourself…” "I don't give a damn what Mr. Romano specifically requested!" Emilia's voice cracked. "Get out of my way, Marcus!"

Luca and Emilia Luca: Emilia. Emilia: Why does this sound threatening already? Luca: I gave Sienna a key. Emilia: Emilia: WHAT. Luca: Relax. Emilia: Luca Moretti just handed a woman a penthouse key and told ME to relax? Luca: It was practical. Emilia: Oh my God you used the practical voice. Luca: She kept forgetting her keys. Emilia: So naturally you emotionally collapsed into domesticity.

Checking the expiration date. Emily reached for it, a smile spreading across her face. "Put it back now!" The voice came from behind her. It was cold and too familiar. Dripping with contempt. Emily's brows furrowed as she turned. Emilia stood there, her arms crossed, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury. She was dressed in designer clothes, her hair perfectly styled, her face a mask of arrogant superiority. "Excuse me?" Emily said raising an eyebrow of ridicule. "I said put it back." Emilia stepped closer. "That cereal can never be for you."

Adriana said with a mischievous smile. "At least I can still be safe from the rain in my car" Emilia replied. " Intense heat will be released, please evacuate the car" her car system suddenly said and Emilia's eyes widened. She knew how intense the heat could be when her car was trying to make out what fault it had. Emilia grumpily stepped down from the car and Adriana stifled a burst of laughter. Emilia brought out her phone and dialed Xavier's contact, in a few minutes, Xavier's car parked and he alighted, running towards both ladies.

“Honey, Emily likes race cars the most. If you’re buying one for Xyla, could you also buy one for Emily? Perhaps she might feel better if she saw the car. What do you think?” May Conner asked. “Okay…” Jeremy Quest nodded decisively. May then smiled satisfactorily before resting her head against Jeremy’s shoulder and hugging him tightly around the waist. *** As soon as Emily Quest arrived by the entrance, she could see Tom Sullivan’s Bentley parked right in front.

She kept on staring out the window and Brandon scrolled through his phone trying to see if there was any other news regarding him and Emma. —----------------------------------------------------------- Emma starred in surprise at the cars parked in front of her house. There was movement in the house and a chill crept up her spine. She had no idea what was happening. There were two black Maserati SUVs and another black Bugatti. Emma wasn't big on class but she could identify which was a Lamborghini or a Bugatti. But she still had no idea why the cars were parked in front of her home. Gordon had a car similar to this. He had various cars in his garage that she wasn't so sure which was his own.

Vivienne stared at her in amusement—almost mocking. “We?” Emilia’s face scrunched up bitterly like she just heard something absurd “You killed her! You ran her over, I wasn't in on it” “So what?” Vivienne bit back “You wanna run to church, light a freaking candle and confess your sins? Have you become Mary? The mother of God?” Her grip on the steering wheel tightened “Just shut the fuck up and drive!” There was silence in the car for a moment—thick and electrifying until Emilia’s voice broke it.

A love that didn’t break because someone said it should. Then I shut the thought down, i didn’t have time for day dreaming and not with Damon as my husband. This was reality and Damon and I were just… a formal relationship. I took the black key, because of course he was right about which I’d choose, and headed out. When I got to the company, Emilia was already outside waiting like she’d been watching through the window. She stared at the car. Then back at me. Then back at the car. “Explain, Did gracie let you take one of your cars ? This doesn’t look like any of your cars ? Explain…,” she demanded staring at the car interiors .