Emily 18 Novels & Stories

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.

“Oh, Tyler.” He immediately bit his lip, realizing how hard it was going to be to hide things from Emily. From the glint in her eyes he could read her determination. She wasn’t going to give up until she got a believable answer to her question. Thus he was left with no choice but to come up with one. “Fine. It was August.” “August?” His response only managed to bring about more curiosity in her. “Why did he come here?” “To, um,” he quickly tried to rack his brain. “To hand over my things to me.”

Checking the expiration date. Emily reached for it, a smile spreading across her face. "Put it back now!" The voice came from behind her. It was cold and too familiar. Dripping with contempt. Emily's brows furrowed as she turned. Emilia stood there, her arms crossed, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury. She was dressed in designer clothes, her hair perfectly styled, her face a mask of arrogant superiority. "Excuse me?" Emily said raising an eyebrow of ridicule. "I said put it back." Emilia stepped closer. "That cereal can never be for you."

Emily walked slowly towards the girl whose eyes were filled with mischief and a tiny of fear . She stood behind the girl and folded her arms around her chest , atop her huge stomach . She was nine months pregnant and they were expecting the baby soon Micheal in his overprotectiveness wanted Emily to stay in bed all day everyday. Emily would gladly give up one of her ass than to stay glued home just because she was pregnant "Aunt Emily . I was just trying to have some cake . " She looked up at her aunt and smiled But Emily did not smile back Clarisse is Mera's and Gabriel daughter. She had taken after her mother with her round pink lips and her olive green eyes

she said as she touched her nape, checking if her body temperature was okay. "Wow, that's a good job," one of her friends said, which made her glare at her as though she wanted to kill her. "And besides, newbie, you haven't wolfed it out have you?" one of them asked the question that was on their mind as the rest stared at her. "She is a late bloomer, and she hasn't reached eighteen so there is no need to worry," Emily said quickly before Annabelle could say a word. She wasn't ready to risk anything.

" Wait!! i haven't introduced myself, my name is Emily Cole I'm 22years old I currently stay in New York. I'm from seattle and my sister stays with me, her name is Lilian she's 17 years old . My parents stay in Seattle. I'm a "mummy's girl" while my sister is Daddy's princess. I'm 5'4 "curvaliciously" curvy well i have curves in the right places, oh yeah i am beautiful my family says that alot. I'm a brunette with long flowing hair. "Emily, stop talking to yourself and let's get going" i heard Lily say.

Vincent said, "I don't see anything bad in it. It's meant for people above eighteen, and I'm twenty-one. Besides, it's not a p**n. They are not showing their dick and pussy." Emily couldn't believe she said that in front of him. She was getting bolder in front of him. Mr. Vincent was surprised. He couldn't find the right words to reply. He felt like he was losing the argument to a girl half his age.

"I'm just thanking my teacher for being kind to me. What's inappropriate about that?" "The way you're looking at me right now." "How am I looking at you?" I stood, putting the desk between us as a physical barrier. "Emily. I think it's best if—" "I'm eighteen." The words were deliberate, calculated. "Legal. An adult. Not some kid with a crush." "You're my student." "So was she." My blood turned to ice. "Excuse me?"

she said, tears streaming down her face. "I don't remember. If I did that, it was out of kindness!" "But... I felt it. I really felt it, Steven! I knew then that we were mated to each other!" she said. "You've gone crazy! You can't know if you're mated to someone when you haven't reached the age of eighteen! We were still young then, Emily!" Emily took a deep breath, and a tear rolled down her face. "I know... I just can't accept it."

She needed to know the truth and fast. “Your mother? Why don't you ask her yourself? Why come to me?” “She is dead and late!” Emily's fingers shivered underneath the table. Her lips cracked dry and she gasped for air. The news she just heard was defeaning to her. “She died when I was seventeen ”