Emily 18 Novels & Stories

she says making Ty chuckle. "Emma, no. Emily is only seventeen. She's turning eighteen this year, but still. Shes way too small for me. Besides, I found the perfect Emily for me, don't you agree?" he asks, making my aunt smile from ear to ear. "Not to be rude or anything. But can we get on with our training?" Hope says, making us turn to her. "Yes, sorry. Of course." my aunt replied, pulling me towards her group and making me sit beside her.

Emily asked as they stumbled their way through the corridors of the castle to his bedroom. “No more questions. Remember?” He spun her around, kissing her back incessantly as his fingers pulled down the zipper of her dress. They approached the door to his room and he watched her as she peeled the dress off of her and let it drop to the floor. Standing in front of him, in nothing but black lingerie and a pair of black stilettos, was Emily Maine. “My 16 year old self’s imagination has absolutely nothing on the real thing,” he said with a grin, biting down on his fist.

" said Iris to Emily in an angry way using telepathy. ' In terms of age you're not a few years apart but a few hundred years . Actually you're the same age as his great great-great-great-grandmother . ' said Emily still trying to keep her laughings in . ' Well I'm not that old . You're exaggerating Emily ! ' said Iris half annoyed. ' Really ?! Then do you think that 418 years old is comparable with 18 years old ?! ' said Emily while smirking and lifting one of her eyebrows .

She finally turns her gaze to my brother, " Mate," she whispers. Everyone turns their heads to her. " No!" Leondre growls. He looks horrified! " Yes," Emily grins, walking over to us. My brother is slowly taking steps away from her. Emily stops and frowns, " You are not rejecting me, are you?" she asks. She's blunt. " How old are you?" Ken asks. "Seventeen!" she answers. "She's sixteen," Anaiah says, deadpan. They have an eight-year age gap!

his father spoke, and his word was final. Just then, a very different Emma turned the corner and walked into the library. She was calm and collected, poised and together. Her hair was pinned up in a bun and she was wearing a yellow summer dress and black heels. She looked the part of the Elder, she was to become, but Matthais hoped that she was strong enough to endure the role.

Emily Williams, a beautiful and young eighteen-year-old she-wolf, happily looks at herself in the mirror. Today is the third anniversary of her relationship with her longtime mate, Jerome Stonewood, the son of the alpha of the Moon Crest Pack. She is excited to visit Jerome, as he promised to tell his father, Alpha Jason, that they will marry soon. Emily looks once more in the head-to-foot mirror, grabs her bag and the small gift box she prepared for Jerome, and leaves her room.

They had a lot to talk about. As they were talking they both realized how much they had missed in each other's lives. Ember had spent her eighteenth birthday with Diana and Sophie. Her dad was busy so he had only sent her a present, but Catherine didn't send anything. She now realizes how much of a bad mother she was, but Ember couldn't blame her, she was forced to live this life but now she was ready to be a good mom and be there for all her children.

He then grabbed them both in his arms. "Let's see what presents you got into!" He grunted as he led them out of the room, both laughing in his grasp. I turned around and looked at Emily who was now awake, struggling to stay upright. She just started standing on her own, and wobbled every time she stood before falling on her butt. Still, she wanted to stand like her brothers. Even though Liam and Levi were already four, she always tried to keep up with whatever they were doing. Already eight months and she was ready to drive or something.

I hope we can talk more later. Of course, just let me know when you’re ready. Nolan stood up and kissed me softly. I will get your breakfast, sit. Sis, I heard about your adventures. What do you think is holding them? Magic. I just said it, not thinking it. Of course, it makes sense. Then I looked at Valerie. What are you? I don’t understand the question, Emily said, furrowing her eyebrows. Maybe she doesn’t know? How old are you? Eighteen summers. I think…

After what feels like an eternity, Emily comes out wearing a pretty baby blue one piece with glitter all over it. “How do I look Uncle Mark?” she looks up at me with those little expectant eyes. I know exactly what she wants to hear and I am not gonna disappoint her “you look exactly like princess Elsa from Frozen, very pretty little Em” Emily looks at me bewildered “she’s not a princess, she’s a queen” I hit my head in mock disgust “how silly of me, of course she’s a queen” Em smiles at me and I am momentarily taken aback to the way Lizzy smiles at me.