Why Does Echidna Hate Emilia Novels & Stories

“Aunt Frost isn’t our mommy! And you can’t call Mommy by her name. That’s rude!” “I DON’T CARE!” Ethan yelled. “Clara pulled out Mommy’s favorite tulips! Mommy cried! She’s bad! She can’t be my mom!” “Emilia?” Ethan asked, with a tiny smugness he didn’t even try to hide, “Who do you like more? Clara or Frost mommy?” Silence. I could hear Emilia swallow. Her heartbeat fluttered like a trapped bird. “Frost is good, but…” she murmured. I pushed the door open!

Emelda had been pacing around her room. Her grandmother had left in a thunderous rage and Emelda was loaded with anxiety. She needed a run, Sasha was itching for a run. But she couldn’t leave, not until she figured out what was going on. The council meeting had been on for hours and she had been waiting. Emelda had been able to put things together. She had mated with Lucius and she had not just loved it but had craved for it. But just like her grandmother had asked her? Why was she ashamed of it?

she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, but the lethality it held was as poisonous as a snake bite. I gulped down nothing, her hold tightened and the amount of oxygen I could inhale was very little—little enough for me to breathe and not try to fight to be freed. "I could kill you this instant. Right here! Right now!" she hissed out, as if the thought of killing me gave her joy. The gleam was evident! Her pure hatred was as deep rooted as the abyss. "So w-what's stopping you?" I stuttered. Emilia tried to take control, my wolf is still mad about the peck she'd given Mikael and how she looked at him like he was her own and not mine. I shouldn't feel this rate of jealousy, it's not my

a skinny lady with pale skin that looked malnourished beamed in front of us and I instantly disliked her. "She is the lady that causes trouble for mommy. And also hit her on the face, let us teach her a lesson for messing with our mommy," Emilia whispered into my ears and a wicked grin formed on my face. "Sure, I want two cups of cola and a fried cheese burger," I told her cheerfully. "Ugh, she isn't even pretty like mommy but they have some similar features. I don't like her in any way and I guess that she is dumb too," Emilia muttered, making an ugly face which portrayed her dislike.

No way" Emma said,and scoffed. She turned back to see Derek looking at her weirdly. Derek had seen Clem touching Emma's cheek, but had scoffed. Clem is a puppy, He had thought. But when he saw the blush on Emma's face, he was out of it for a second. His insides tightened, but he had brushed it off as a feeling of resentment for her and betrayal for Clem. 'He shouldn't be fraternizing with that little witch' He thought, as he remembered how she had double tripped him few minutes ago. It got him curious. She's only a human female teenager.

But it was too late. I understood now. Dustin did this on purpose. Emilia gave him the antidote in front of the entire team, once again choosing Dustin over me. I said in a low voice, "Emilia, you've chosen him again at my cost." Emilia's face turned pale. "I haven't given up on you! I just..." I laughed, my voice barely audible as exhaustion outweighed my anger. "You did it because, as captain, you have to take care of every team member, right? Because you have to be impartial? Or is it because you no longer have any feelings for me?"

"I will be born again. A King. Immortal. Unstoppable. And I will have you to thank for the vessel." "Ethan will kill you," Emily said, tears streaming down her face. "He’s coming. I can feel him." "Ethan," Malachi sneered. The name dripped with venom. "Always Ethan. The prodigy. The brute. The favorite." He turned his back on her, walking toward a table covered in artifacts. He picked up a jagged dagger made of black glass. "Do you know why I hate him so much?" Malachi asked softly. "It isn't because he is a Rogue. It isn't because he defied the Council."

She sank down until he was buried to the hilt and stayed there, breathing against his neck. They did not move at first. Just stayed connected. Full. Close. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her like she might break if he let go. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into skin. "I hate my mother for what she did," Emelia whispered, rolling her hips once, slow. "But I hate myself more for still needing this. For still needing you while she is out there trying to destroy us." Marcus thrust up into her gently, almost tenderly. "Then hate me with me. Stay here. Stay full of me. Let me feel how much you hate me while you come."

She would have killed me not because of Matthias, not because of the empire, but because Damien looked at me instead of her. My stomach turned, and I almost wished she had screamed, or cried, or begged. But this calm, steady hatred was worse. Damien straightened slowly, pacing like a caged animal, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. “You disgust me,” he spat. Emilia leaned forward, chains clinking, her smile twisted. “Good. Maybe now you finally see me.” Their words cut through me in ways I didn’t want to admit. A part of me almost pitied her. Almost. But then I remembered the way she had looked at me, the way she said she’d slit my throat, and pity withered into fear.

he said. “What?” My breath wrung in my throat. “Yes, you heard me. I do not want to have anything to do with you, Emily.” “But- you are, we are…” I stuttered. “What, mates?” he completed and scoffed. “Do you think I have not heard the rumors about your mentally unstable self! Who do you think would be stupid enough to want a wolfless girl for a mate?” As soon as the words left his lips, I saw something flicker in his eyes as though he regretted them, but there was no need. It was out already and seared a scar in my heart as I staggered backward and clutched my chest.