Emily 18 Novels & Stories

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 ”

indicating that he has been eliminated. It's not Emily's fault! Ever since her mother forced her to go on a blind date six months ago, she has encountered many surprises. Emily's standards are not that high. She is 25 years old this year and works as a secretary in a large company in this bustling city. Recently, with the support of her parents, she bought herself a spacious room. Regarding her looks, she doesn't think she's too bad. But for some reason, every time someone introduces a potential partner to her, it's always tricky.

I asked. “She seems to be around 16 or 17 years old, Tall, blonde hair with an accent,” He said. That must be Daniella, the young teenage girl she had brought with her the night I was at her place. It was strange that Emily would be on a run with a teenage girl. It was so unlike her to take care of anyone. I knew she had a soft spot for her loved ones, but she wasn't the type that would take responsibility for anyone. Emily must have known that the authority would come and that was why they had left in a hurry.

We celebrated a few holidays that the humans embraced-birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, Easter and those were the moments that were captured and framed. I smile brightly at the picture Emily with a big grin on her face as she’s cutting the very lavish cake I had the head baker make for her nineteenth birthday. Technically, she’s one-hundred-and-nine but she stopped aging at nineteen. She made a conscious decision to celebrate her nineteenth birthday every year because it reminded her of her past human life. “How’s Emily?” “She’s Emily. Being a nuisance with her experiments, but she’s doing well in the Witches Academy and is under the tutelage of Ellemea.”

What do you think you know about yourself, do you even know who you are. Yes I know who I am and I know what am capable of. My name is emily, emily Micheal the daughter of michael John. And what ever it is, you have done to Nathan, I don't care because rights now he demand your head. Emily recited calmly Wow what a beautiful speech he was about to sip another when emily throw an object toward him. He let go of his glass cup and kicks the object one to see emily, aiming for his throat with her hands.

According to him, Emily's profession is vulnerable to the dangers of violence and attacks from parties who feel aggrieved by her legal demands. Emily has Latin blood from her Puerto Rican mother. Golden brown hair is like pure honey, and the face is oval with sharp cheekbones and a jaw. A pair of hazel eyes with thick, curly eyelashes and a pair of crescent-shaped eyebrows. A long, petite nose that is not too sharp and sensual pink lips that invite kisses. Emily opened the black robe of the trial uniform that she had worn earlier. Under the uniform, she usually wore a chiffon sleeveless blouse and short skirt. A very sexy and challenging appearance in the eyes of men.

Was Emily out to test my self-control? ****

I asked again. “Seventeen.” She said, “But I’ll turn eighteen soon.” She added quickly. “I’m already eighteen, Emily,” I explained. My hands flew into my hair. I’d come this close to having sex with her, taking her virginity. “It’s fine. I promise.” She pulled me towards her, “I won’t tell anyone.” “I know baby, but I can’t. I’m really sorry.” Hurt crossed her features but she quickly schooled it by passing me a smile.

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."

I could hear the rumours again of how much she reminded the people of the old rogue queen, and it made me feel proud that the pack loved her that much. Sadly, new rumours were starting to flare up all over the city, and they unsettled us a little. Emily was old enough now to mate, but unlike most of the royals, she didn’t find her mate on the night of her eighteenth birthday. All the eligible males were there and not one of them caught her eye. That meant her mate was out there somewhere in the world, and he would probably not understand the way things worked.