Unscented Novel Emilia And Wesley Novels & Stories

“I shouldn’t get too carried away with my emotions. Ethan is still the son of my enemy, and he is still the one who should pay for what he did to us.” At Emelia and Lucian's The two had returned to the werewolf kingdom, and contrary to what was expected, Emilia, who had thought that no one was interested in her absence, She found that everyone was standing in front of the palace, throwing flowers. She looked at Lucien, who was walking next to her, giving a calm smile. " what's this?" She said in amazement as she placed her hand on something that looked like snow falling from the sky. He approached her and smelled her scent

’ Emilia purred, eager to see what our mate had in store for us. “Trust me. You’ll enjoy it, kitten.” Chesed’s deep growl promised something dark, dangerous, and thrilling. Emilia is practically purring, or whatever that sound is when a wolf makes it. Either way, she’s very eager to see what this surprise is. I sighed as Chesed let me go. Making my way equal parts nervous and eager to my closet. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting especially given this surprise has something to do with Chesed. So I’m not sure how surprised I am when I step into my walk-in and find a piece of white lace lingerie.

She gets dressed, leaves quietly, and goes to Angus's small wooden house. After he left, Emilia ordered it to be sealed off and no one was allowed to come over. She easily unlocked the small lock on the door, and lay on Angus's bed, without anyone's care, this place seemed to have lost the scent of the sun, there was a faint, unclear melancholic scent, as if it was there, but not there. Emilia took off her shoes and quietly wrapped herself tightly in a blanket, the scent of the blanket was very light, there was almost no scent of Angus, but she buried her face in it, and silently pressed her face to it.

The cold woke her before the pain. Emilia didn’t know how long she had been unconscious. Hours? A day? Time didn’t exist in this place. It was suspended, like the silence before a funeral. Her wrists throbbed from the rope that had once bound them, now cut, but the angry welts remained, hot and raw against her skin. She wasn’t in Lucien’s estate anymore. This place smelled different. Like aged perfume, velvet, and something older… something dangerous.

“But watch him. Closely.” A warm breeze drifted through the open windows of Dante’s estate. Afternoon sunlight spilled onto the marble floors and filtered into Emilia’s room, where she sat cross-legged on the plush rug, a leather-bound book about wolves and witches open in her lap. Her fingers lazily stroked Mochi’s soft fur as the cat lay curled beside her, its breathing slow and peaceful. Despite the stillness around her, Emilia’s mind was a whirlwind. Every page she turned in the book felt like a reminder of how little she truly knew. About witches. About werewolves. About herself.

I looked down to avoid reminiscing and immediately searched for the witchcraft book. I found it under her pillow. Her perfume still lingers on her bed. I sat down and caress her pillow before hugging it, wishing it was her. "I miss you, witch.." I muttered. My eyes teared up and let go of the pillow before I even had a breakdown. I grabbed the witchcraft book that I gave her and roamed my eyes around her room for one last time. I left after that with my red Lambo. My eyes were sore as I blinked a few times. I went out of the car and fixed my sunglasses before entering the cemetery where Eula's funeral is being held.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

"Follow me." Without another word, Steve led Celess down a dark alleyway. Celess felt her heart race as they walked deeper into the darkness, unsure of what he had in store for her. But when they emerged into a clearing, she saw something that took her breath away. There, in the center of the clearing, was a beautiful garden, filled with exotic flowers and plants she had never seen before. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming roses and the sound of crickets chirping in the night.

Diego’s POV The moment I caught her scent, I didn’t think twice. Her fragrance—wild honey laced with the sharpness of wolfbane—cut through the night air like a blade through silence. I had been lingering at the edges of the mansion grounds for hours, pacing the perimeter, torn between staying hidden and answering the pull inside my chest. But when her presence shifted—when her heartbeat quickened as though it was searching for something—I couldn’t stop myself.

It made everyone's heart skip. To outsiders, Luci was a volatile, temperamental man, and now, his towering rage sent everyone cowering in fear. No one dared to ask what had triggered such fury. The paper from the gift box fluttered softly to the ground, landing in Jasmine's trembling hands. Scrawled on it were just a few words: I have returned to the Misty Forest. You will never see me again. Forget about me. It was signed, Mable Caesar.