Novel & Cerita Why Does Echidna Hate Emilia

"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."

“Just tell me one thing. Since he hasn't hurt her, why then is she still here? Why hasn’t he let her go?” Micheala paused at the door, her back facing me. “Because she’s different. And Mr. Romenetti doesn’t let go of what he thinks belongs to him.” The door slammed shut, leaving me in the dark again. I slumped against the wall, staring at the untouched plate of food. My stomach growled, but I didn’t care. My mind was spinning too fast. Emily’s alive. But for how long? And what did Micheala mean by ‘she’s different’?

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.

Emily asked. "In order for you to determine the answer, you have to evaluate your earthly actions," Death answered. "I have to go now guys. I have to hand out schedules." Archillus flew upwards. "During my last few days on Earth, I have become disobedient and stubborn especially to my parents. I think I'm going to hell." A hint of fear is obvious in Emily's voice. "Do you have a reason for that kind of behavior?" Death asked. "My parents treats me like a child. They don't give me freedom at all," Emily complained.

My teeth gritted against each other as my inner wolf wanted to rip Emyr apart as it sensed the grief inside me. “I don’t care,” Emyr’s upper lip twisted in one corner as he scowl, “That woman has been a pain in the *ss for me and besides, you are the only important person in this land—The Wycliffe girl. The Chosen. I wish I killed you myself already in that dungeon, Eodelle! But your pretty face was just a waste and I thought I could have you after Aster crowned Helena as his bride and his Empress. But things didn’t happen according to our plan so we have to adjust and adjust! And I hate it!”

“We appreciate your concern, Ella. But Emily’s been through a lot. Maybe it’s best if we give her some space.” Ella nodded, understanding. “I’ll go. But please, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.” She stood and walked to the door, feeling the weight of the past few years pressing down on her. She turned back to look at Emily one last time. “I’m really sorry, Em. I hope Austin pulls through.” With that, she left the mansion, tears streaming down her face. She had hoped to reconnect with her friend, but it was clear that the wounds ran deep.

Matthew’s low, teasing voice rang out above her head: “Why so startled? I’m not going to eat you.” Emilia bit her lip, not saying anything, but her face couldn’t help but heat up. From this angle, Matthew could see her pale ears turning bright red, looking so beautiful. Matthew bit his lip, feeling his teeth itch, wanting to bite her ear. Just as he was thinking that, Emilia suddenly opened her eyes wide and sat up, like a squirrel. She looked around the room, anxiously asking, “Where’s Ray?” Seeing how worried she was about her son, Matthew felt somewhat displeased. Though he knew Ray was her son, and the boy was quite adorable, the thought that Ray was her child with some other man stirred

For a moment, the silence stretched thin between them. Emilia’s mind raced, images flashing like sparks. Lucien’s when she just got here, his voice breaking through her anger, his eyes filled with something that wasn’t love but wasn’t hate either. The man she’d sworn to destroy, and the one who’d somehow become the only thing standing between her and her father’s world. The Vulture’s world. “I’ll never come back to you,” she said finally, her voice shaking but sharp. “You don’t own me anymore, maybe you forgot you sold me out."