Unscented Novel Emilia And Wesley Novels & Stories

Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope. But that girl was gone, consumed by the flames that destroyed her family. With a quiet resolve, Emilia began her morning routine, each movement a testament to her unwavering dedication. She was no longer the victim; she was the phoenix rising from the ashes, forged in the fire of her own vengeance. Emilia's eyes locked onto the newspaper clipping on her dresser, the headline screaming "Blackwood Empire Expands: Marcus Blackwood Announces New Business Venture." A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she read the article, her mind racing with possibilities.

And together, they walked through the garden—into the night, into the unknown, into forever. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— It was spring again. Florence wore her colors like a queen—sunlight caught in cobblestone streets, fountains laughing with tourists, balconies heavy with flowers that leaned toward the sky as if in prayer. In a quiet bookstore tucked between a café and an antique watch shop, the air smelled of dust, ink, and lavender. A bell chimed as a woman stepped inside. Emilia. She wore no makeup. Her hair was braided over one shoulder, and in her hand, she held a bouquet of wild roses—scarlet, ivory, and one pale yellow bloom. She

This time, she went hiding in Esquar Pack. She worked as the maid in the Alpha Quinn’s castle while taking care of her one-year-old daughter, Etizia. Suddenly, she noticed a tantalizing smell. “What is that delightful scent?” Her wolf stirred within her, sensing something exciting. Emilia had an intuition that her mate was on the verge of showing up. The fragrance grew more intense. The mysterious individual must have located her and was approaching. Paralyzed by surprise, Emilia sat silently in her room, eagerly anticipating the arrival of her mate.

Suddenly, a tear fell from her beautiful eyes, soaking into the bed sheets. Emilia was stunned, then quickly turned away, looking out the window. She didn’t wipe the tear, letting it continue to fall. She quietly cried, making no sound except for her trembling back. Suddenly, a warm hand rested on her shoulder, and right after, a warm embrace enveloped her. Emilia widened her eyes slightly, her forehead resting on the warm chest of the man. The air around her nose carried a fresh scent like the forest, mixed with the faint metallic taste of blood.

Every swallow of food was agonizing, shooting a sharp pain through my guts. I wanted to also leave the dinning table, running after Lucas for an explanation, but my mother’s presence glued my butts to the chair. Why did Lucas want Emilia working under him at the office? Was he really going to marry her after what we shared? I thought the sex we had was a turning point that will alter his decisions about Emilia. I’m Richard Wilson’s only biological child. I own his estates and inheritance. Why not me? Why wasn’t she even hospitalized yet? I thought the drug was meant to work against her.

"I'll go. But on my own terms. Not because anyone dragged me there." --- Selene's expression shifted — something like respect, grudging and unexpected, breaking through the resentment she'd carried into the yard. "Fine," she said. "Your terms." Before Emily could ask what that even meant, Selene closed the distance between them and took her hand. The moment their palms met, the witch marks on both of them flared bright, and the yard dissolved entirely around her. --- Emily was somewhere else. Somewhen else. A bedroom, dim and candlelit, her mother's voice tearing itself raw with the effort of a scream. Blood everywhere — on the sheets, on her father's hands, on the floor where he knelt, vamp

Emily refused. Death stood up. "I'm just going to leave you here for a while." He started walking. "Wait!" Emily yelled. Death stopped on his track. He then turned to look at Emily. "Don't leave me alone here." Emily can't look Death in the eye. Death walked back towards her. He then offered his hand to her. Emily held it tight. Both of them walked around the soul waiting area while holding each other's hands. Death's hand feels rough and cold but Emily finds it satisfying. For Death, Emily's hands feel smooth and warm. the sensation makes him feel a strange satisfaction. Emily looked around but she didn't pay attention to the things she is seeing. They just kept on walking. They bumped int

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?

As the family shared this heartwarming moment, Emilia suddenly entered, disrupting the perfect image. Wade and Alex greeted Emilia with warm smiles, but Ruth's demeanor took a turn. At the sound of Emilia's voice, her gaze turned disdainful, and she remarked, "They set you free? Alright, now that you're out, please behave yourself. "Don't get tangled up in things that aren't your concern. If it isn't yours, don't go wanting it." Having spoken her mind, Ruth didn't wait for Emilia's response. She briskly headed upstairs to her room, showing no interest in sparing Emilia another glance.

I whisper, “I’m scared, what’s going on?” “Em, I know you don’t understand. I am going to try and buy us some time and then I promise you, I will tell you…I will make you understand. I just need you to do this for daddy. No matter what you hear, you don’t leave this room. Only if you hear mommy or daddy give you the secret word. What’s our secret word, Emilia?” “Watermelon.” “Such a good girl,” he whispers. He opens the door and pushes me inside, just as I hear a crash coming from downstairs.