Emily Kinney Age Novels & Stories

He leaves the room and I let out the breath that I've been holding and wipe the sweat from my forehead. "Don't worry Theo, we will all work our hardest tonight to make sure nothing goes wrong," comes the small voice of Emily the smallest Omega I have ever met she's 17, 5ft tall, and cute as a button She's a lovely girl, too skinny though but that's what happens when you're not treated properly and goddess knows no Omega get treated well here.

Why was she still living such a naive life? "Emily, I apologize for interrupting you. Is there a mistake in the person you are apologizing to?" Eliza reminded with a smile. Emily saw that Beau didn't respond and instead stared at Eliza with great interest. She felt very unhappy. She, Emily, had become famous all over the country when she was 18 and had countless fans. There were many rich businessmen and rich people who begged her to meet them, but she had never seen such a proud president as Beau.

“And this cake, it’s been the highlight.” “Glad to hear that,” I said. “My mom will be thrilled. She always gets a kick out of hearing people rave about her baking.” Emily laughed softly. “Well, she has every reason to be proud. It’s definitely a winner.” “So… you’re a friend of Kayla and Sophia?” I asked, wondering why I’ve never seen her before. “Yes,” she answered with a smile. “I recently started working as a fashion designer for Raven Media.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Wait, you’re that Emily who made all the gowns? The bridal gown too?”

As I am checking my inbox for something important to respond to, I receive an email from Emily. From: Emily Wylie Date: February 21, 2012 11:50 Subject: visit To: Ethan Donneli Dear Mr. Donneli, and new brother I would be happy to have you visit me in New York. My father, Leen, and I are looking forward to it. Emily Emily Kandle Wylie ~~ The mention of her father puts me on alert. During the days we were together, we didn't talk about the past. She didn't mention that she lived with her father, damn it!

There were too many mixed feelings in her heart. "Then don't talk to me anymore. You're not someone close to me either, let alone someone special." Crossing her arms, Emily glanced out the window. Her sullen face looked sad with teary eyes. Prince actually couldn't bear to see it. However, he preferred to remain silent. "Is he Cayden or Inston? Why is he so annoying?" Emily grumbled to herself. Still with her face bent, she looked again at Prince's passport. "He's three years younger than me?" Emily thought when she saw the birth date. Secretly, she glanced to the side.

Emily replied keeping the remote down and marched towards the kitchen. Jeremy scoffed at her reply, earning himself a cold glare from his elder sister. “I am eighteen years old, Em. I am officially an adult now! Can you please stop acting like I am child now?” Jeremy asked in annoyance while passing his hand from his small chestnut brown hair. “I don’t think so!” came Emily’s teasing voice from the kitchen. She removed the cereals from the drawer and kept on the dining table of their open concept kitchen. “You are being too much these days” Jeremy uttered frustratedly.

"You like my cheeks?" "Yeah, it makes you look even cuter. By the way, how old are you?" Emily straightened her hand and folded her thumb. "Four." "I'm five. We're still too young to be dating. When we're older, how about we meet again? In twenty years, maybe?" "That is a long time. You must have forgotten me." Cayden turned his camera around, showing the photo he took earlier. "I have a picture of you. I can stick it in my journal, so I won't forget. And I can write your name."

I tell him. Yasmin tells us that dinner is ready. The conversion is flowing well between all of us. I am surprised that Emery is as talkative as she has been. Jack asks her what she will do now that she is here. She says that she will start looking for a job. Matthias asks what she does, and she explains what she does. “Emery how old are you?” Jack asks. “I just turned 19.” Emery answers.

she instructed. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, but slowly her words made me think. “Is Kai really the child’s name?” I asked. “Yes. Her full name is Kai Lancaster. She is Mr. Alexandro Lancaster’s only daughter. It will be easier if you just call him sir Alex,” she said. “I see. Then.... who is this Emily that sir Alex mentioned earlier?” I asked further. The older woman glanced around first, then leaned closer and whispered, “Emily was sir Alex’s late wife. It has been nine years now. She died on their anniversary.”

To—to figure out why she'd looked so hurt. "Caden?" Emily's voice. Close. Too close. "Are you okay? You've been staring after Hope for like five minutes." I turned. Emily Blackwood. Human. Twenty years old. My friend since childhood. Currently standing closer than friends typically stood. Looking up at me with—with that expression. The hopeful one. The one that said she wanted more than friendship. The one I'd been carefully ignoring for months. "I'm fine. Just—just thinking about Hope. She seemed upset. I wonder if—if something's wrong."