Emily And Evelyn Age Novels & Stories

Emilia exclaimed as she enveloped her grandmother in a crushing hug. She missed her dearly. The last time they saw, Emilia was still in high school. They had only been communicating through phone calls and video calls. Her grandma seemed to have aged a lot since she last saw her. The wrinkles on her face were becoming more noticeable. Apart from that, she looked as beautiful as always, her dark skin glowing and her eyes shining brightly. She reminded her so much of her mother. “ Lia, look at you. You’ve grown so well child. I can’t believe you’re now married. Caitlyn would have been so proud honey.” Her grandma said referring to Emilia’s mother with tears in her eyes.

“Okay, has there been any young woman who met my brother but didn’t swoon over him? Someone who completely ignored his charm?” Joseph thought about it for quite a while before giving an uncertain answer. “Well, maybe Ms. Everly might count.” “Ms. Everly? Ms. Everly, who?” "Ms. Everly of Flemming Group, based in Clearfield. She's probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, so she’s a bit younger than Mr. Brown. Our company finalized a major partnership with Flemming Group a while back, and Old Mr. Flemming brought her over to sign the contracts. They stayed in town for two to three days.

Before I can respond, Emery and Olivia appear, the two of them talking over each other as they wrap me in a hug. “You don’t call enough,” Emery complains. “I literally called you two days ago,” I say. “Still not enough,” Olivia chimes in, giving my arm a playful punch. “I want to hear from you every single day.” I laugh, holding all three of them close for a moment before they reluctantly let go. For all our bickering, I couldn’t deny how much I love them. Our age gap is glaring, given I’m twenty-seven, while Emery and Olivia are Fifteen and thirteen, respectively, but we are all still close. All three of them have my heart in the palm of their hands and I would do anything for them.

Before I can respond, Emery and Olivia appear, the two of them talking over each other as they wrap me in a hug. “You don’t call enough,” Emery complains. “I literally called you two days ago,” I say. “Still not enough,” Olivia chimes in, giving my arm a playful punch. “I want to hear from you every single day.” I laugh, holding all three of them close for a moment before they reluctantly let go. For all our bickering, I couldn’t deny how much I love them. Our age gap is glaring, given I’m twenty-seven, while Emery and Olivia are Fifteen and thirteen, respectively, but we are all still close. All three of them have my heart in the palm of their hands and I would do anything for them.

Seeing it on a ninety-one-year-old face was like seeing the origin of something Elena had been studying for months. "So," Evelyn said. Her voice was lower than expected — still clear, still carrying, with the particular weight of someone whose words people had learned to listen to. "You're the girl who saved my grandson from himself." Julian made a sound beside Elena — not quite a laugh but the closest thing. "Gran." "I'm ninety-one and I'm dying." Evelyn didn't take her eyes off Elena. "I don't have time for anyone to be modest." She tilted her head slightly. "Come closer. My eyes aren't what they were."

As she browsed, she started asking the questions Elara had been dreading. She asked how Elara was really doing, where she had gone during those missing years, and how proud she was that Elara had pursued her law degree. Then, Evelyn paused, looking at a silk blouse. "I heard you have a kid now," she said softly. "Two, in fact." Elara’s heart hammered against her ribs. She didn't know who had been talking, but she nodded slowly. "Yes. Twins. Leo and Lyra." Evelyn smiled, a misty look in her eyes. "I always thought that you and Alex would end up together," she sighed, smoothing out a dress. "I really did."

Emily and Evelyn walked through the gardens together. Everything felt peaceful. Too peaceful. "I've been thinking," Evelyn said. Emily looked at her. "About what?" "Our mother." Emily's smile disappeared. "I've spent my whole life believing she died in a car accident." Evelyn nodded sadly. "And I spent mine believing she abandoned me." Both sisters looked at each other. Two different lives. The same lies. Emily reached for Evelyn's hand. "When this is over..." "We'll find her." Evelyn smiled through her tears.

"How old was she?" "Eighteen. Can you believe it?" Evelyn huffed. So, the rebellious daughter of Cyril Jonas was only nineteen. I was a year older than she was, which meant she would have to accord me the respect I deserved. "It's late. Let's go to bed," Cyril rose to his feet. "I don't think I can sleep, Dad," Evelyn said. "Can you, Justice?" "Me neither." "Can we keep you company then? We'll be quiet if you don't want to talk," Esther asked.

"Ehm, sister Sophie..." Evelyn hesitated, and I sensed something was bothering her. Her usual bubbly demeanor was slightly dimmed. Before she could speak, I interrupted, "By the way, how old are you?" "Twenty-two," Evelyn replied, her voice soft. I chuckled. "You see, I'm only three years older than you, so please drop the formalities. It makes me feel ancient!" Evelyn giggled, relaxing a bit more. The warmth of her laughter filled the room, and I felt the tension ease between us.

As I folded my few possessions, dread coiled in my chest, knowing that tonight, under the cover of darkness, I would make my escape from this torment. But just as I was about to leave my room, a voice, dripping with malice, called my name. "Evelyn!" I turned, my heart sinking, to see Lucy standing there. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and for a moment, I couldn't comprehend the depths of her emotions. "What do you want, Lucy?" I answered cautiously, unable to ignore the menace in her gaze. She approached me, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and insecurity. "Where was Shaun last night, Evelyn?"