Emily Kinney Age Novels & Stories

But Elena insisted. “You look radiant,” Elena said to him brightly. “Your outfit is perfect.” Of course, she wasn’t finished. “This is my daughter, Emily,” she added proudly. “She just turned twenty-one. Stronger than she looks.” “She’s beautiful,” Brooke said, gesturing to a seat. The smiles, the formalities, and the performance weren’t my thing. I was already tired. Emily, surprisingly, looked entertained. For someone who claimed to love Ark, she seemed comfortable being paraded. Reminds me so much of her.

" 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.

Tony said, putting an arm around my shoulders. We sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the park filling the air. Finally, I looked at Tony. "What if Clinton is right? What if Kelsey is in trouble?" "Then we’ll help him. We’re family, Emily. We stick together," Tony said firmly. Feeling a bit calmer, I nodded. "You’re right. We’ll figure this out." Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from Emma. "Can you come back? I want to talk to you," it read.

DYLAN I had just had a meeting over dinner, so I wasn't hungry. I went to the kitchen, and I found Emily there. Just the person I was looking for. "Hey, Emily," I said as I placed the envelope I was carrying on the kitchen table. Emily had just finished doing the dishes and was probably about to retire to bed. She was just twenty-two, yet she appeared younger. She was youthful and full of life. "Good evening. Let me serve you dinner," she offered politely.

Kevin was just about to say the name when he was interrupted by a woman's voice. Everyone looked at the door. Emily stood outside the door in a long black dress. Her hair was tied up, and she was holding a white daisy in her hand. She was not wearing any jewelry. "Who is this? This is Derek's engagement party, not a funeral..." "Emily? I thought she died five years ago!" "She is also Bennett's daughter. Is she here to fight for the inheritance?" The crowd whispered. They looked surprised. They did not expect that a person who had been missing for five years would show up at the engagement party.

"Just what we told you. The two fake victims. The payment from Singapore. It's all Bridget." "I'm going to destroy her," Sienna says quietly. "For trying to take you from me." "Sienna..." "What?" "Tell me about Emily." My voice shakes. "Not just that she existed. Tell me about her. About what happened." I hear her exhale. "Now?" "Please." Another pause. Then: "She was twenty-three when I bought her. She'd just graduated from NYU. She was sweet. She fell in love with me within the first month."

“And what are you doing for your birthday next month?” “I don’t know, sir,” she mumbled. “And you’re Emily?” he asked of the younger girl who imitated her sister’s actions. “Are you excited to start kindergarten?” “Yes, sir,” she answered softly. “Your birthday is in October, and you’ll be six, right?” Wyatt continued. “I want to have a costume party for my birthday.” Emily said, smiling as she looked at the Alpha. “You know what?” he asked, smiling at the little girl. “My mate loves costume parties.”

she says, wait she's a teacher? "You're a teacher?" I ask her, I thought she was a teacher in my old school, not the academy. "Yes sweetie, we didn't have long to talk didn't we? My name is Emiliyah, I'm three hundred and thirty-seven years old, I'm a dom teacher in the Dom&Little Academy, I knew your father since we were kids, I also knew your mother since before she got pregnant with you," she says, introducing herself, wow, she's old.

she quipped, buying time. Her mother's eyes narrowed. "Emily Jane Carter, don't play coy with us. Are those... hickeys?" Emily felt her face flame. "I'm twenty five, not sixteen," she shot back, defiance rising. "My personal life isn't up for discussion in the workplace." Her father's brow furrowed. "We're just concerned, sweetheart. After everything with Ryan-" "Don't," Emily cut him off, her voice sharp. "Lucas isn't Ryan. He's... different."

~Adrian “What exactly do you want from me?” I asked. And she didn’t hesitate. “I want to marry you.” I blinked repeatedly. Was she insane? “Is this how you usually pick up guys at a bar?” I asked, already getting pissed off. She straightened, seriousness marked into her features. “My name is Emilia,” she said. “I’m twenty-three. I just graduated from college. I make my own money. “I’m super funny,” she said, almost too quickly, like she was nervous but trying not to show it.