Why Does Echidna Hate Emilia Novels & Stories

The goat Emilia was holding was the rascal of the herd with many injuries and half a left ear. Ira watched as Emilia tended the poor animal who struggled against her wildly. She was so much changed from the dainty queen who came to her doorstep with tears in her eyes, eyes set in a pale face. Her skin was darker as compared to when she had shown up with smooth skin and her hair was braided down her back without pins. She still had sadness in her eyes from time to time but mostly she worked around the farm and in the barn to a point of exhaustion. She appeared to enjoy working but Ira knew better, she worked to distract herself during the day so that at night when she fell into her bed she wo

I barked. “Adrián!” Emilia gasped. “Emi, I was just trying to help you see the kind of monster he is!” “You think this proves anything?” I sneered.“No, Adrián. It only proves how little you understand who you’re dealing with.” “Both of you stop!” Emilia snapped. I dropped my hands from Adrián’s shirt and leaned back in my chair. She yanked her chair back, stood, and turned away from us. “Where are you going?” I demanded, grabbing her hand but she wrenched it free.

"I remember leaving the Kingdom to escape the Chimera..." "It's alive?" "While you've been sleeping Maisy, a lot has happened. Emilia is dead." "Good Lord. Were you killed by it?" "No. Someone did. I can't just can't remember who." "Ok but you remember why they killed you right?" I didn't believe I could sound this insensitive but what could I do? He was dead already. The least I could do was find out why. "I remember... They didn't want you interfering."

Emilia couldn't help but wonder, was what she had been persisting in all along right? From childhood to adulthood, the education she received, and the ideas instilled in her in the military academy, made Emilia hate the Asti rebels to the bone, thinking of them as a group of devils who only knew how to kill. But what she saw with her own eyes made Emilia feel confused; they were people too, and they were... indeed fighting for the freedom of their people. At night, lying on her side under the soft blanket, Emilia stared intently at a glow-in-the-dark sticker on the wall - the sticker was in the shape of Cupid, printed cheaply. The chubby god of love had wings and was pulling a bow loaded wit

“He had walls higher than towers and scars deeper than any wound. He was angry and lost and wore suits that fit too well.” Emilio blinked. “Wait. Was the beast… Daddy?” Emilia smiled coyly. “He would never admit it, but yes. Your father was the most infuriating, arrogant beast I had ever met.” “Did you fall in love right away?” Maxine asked, now climbing onto the couch beside her. “Oh no,” Emilia said with a laugh. “I wanted to strangle him.” “But you didn’t?” “I tried.” The children burst into giggles. She closed the book and replaced it with her own story—their story—drawn from the heart instead of parchment.

"Whoa, hold your horses there, cowboy. What's the rush?" "Nothing. I just want to talk to Emilia" "Oh, so are you guys like back together or something?" "No" "Good. I don't like her Max" He was about to walk away, but for some reason, he stopped and asked, "Why?" "Why what?" "Why don't you like Emilia?" "Because she's evil. Have you forgotten how she put our mother in that wheelchair?" "Speaking of that, were you there when it happened?" "What?" "Were you there when Emilia pushed her?"

Emilia was already in the car outside, honking the horn impatiently. I ran downstairs, grateful to escape my parents' presence. I smiled and hurried outside, slamming the car door shut behind me. Emilia drove off, and we sat in silence for a while before she sighed. "I'm sorry for taking out my frustrations on you," Emilia apologized, her voice sincere. I nodded, gazing out the window, feeling disappointed that our relationship was being affected by the mating issue. But deep down, I knew Emilia had always had feelings for Nathaniel, even if she tried to deny it.

I wondered why I didn't hate her the way I imagined that I did. Meeting her physically showed me that I had no atom of hate for her in my heart. I just pitied her and hoped that she would pick up from somewhere and begin her life afresh. "I cursed the day I met you... You ruined my life!" Emilia screamed at the top of her voice as she punched the body of a palm tree. "Emilia!" I screamed her name as she dug her fingers into her hair. ~ LUCIAN I had no idea why, no matter how hard I tried to speak to Eve, she never gave me a listening ear. I had no idea what she took me for, but no matter what, I wouldn't give up on her.

Does he even feel the mate bond? Ethan’s eyes glow up as he sees me, my heart thumps mercilessly in my chest as I notice him checking me out. I hate this feeling, the feeling of nervousness around him, wondering if he likes the color of my suit on me. All these thoughts, I fucking hate it. I don’t like men. I am not gay. IAMNOTGAY! Our mate looks so fresh. His skin looks so rich, lips are full. Let's lick him-

I reclined into my seat and took a deep breath when I spotted glimmering droplets of tears on Emily's face. What happened? "Em, what's wrong?" I asked, turning her dqce back to me. She shook her head in the negative, but after much pressing, she opened up. "I don't just understand why they hate me so much. I don't even mind their hatred, but hating on my daughter is something I will not accept. Do you know your sister bullied my baby a couple of days back?" "What?" I snapped, feeling rage slowly course through me. "Alicia?"