Emily Mei Novels & Stories

“Do you need some help, sis?” Emily asked as if she had not asked just a minute ago. Calista was ready to fight her off with a saucepan. She could bloody well cook if she wanted to without everyone breathing down on her neck. Spaghetti could not be that hard to prepare. Her little sister was not so little anymore at twenty and Cameron had interrupted her interesting conversation earlier in the day to inform her that Emily was coming home for a school break. She was studying Photography and Media Coverage as a mini course in NYU and was in her final year.

Vitali asks in surprise. “Tact. Try it sometime,” Eric admonishes while I try not to laugh. “No wars, no threats, nothing of the sort, I promise,” I say with a reassuring smile. “Then what brings you by? Not that we aren’t happy to see you, it’s very nice to see you, Yildiz,” says Empress Mei, her aura shining just a fraction brighter than everyone else’s. It’s truly stunning to look at with its swirls of bright gold and onyx. She still has a timidness to her voice, but she’s come a long way. Setia will be happy to know Mei is doing much better.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

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

Calvin teased, which earned him a playful jab in the stomach from Emily. There was no doubt about Emily's "dirty mind." Since high school, her brain had been filled with teen romance novels. While not explicit, romance novels had introduced her to passionate encounters and desires. So when Emily decided to major in education, her family was quite surprised. With her quirky and extroverted nature, everyone doubted that Emily could be a teacher. But Emily managed to prove them wrong. After she graduated, she received a job offer to teach at Cempaka Putih Elementary School through a friend. Thanks to her outgoing personality, Emily quickly built strong relationships with her colleagues and beca

We're supposed to meet at 1pm but I've been waiting for half an hour already and no one showed up yet. Anyway, just an introduction. I am Emily Blair Nitori, a senior high school student in Golden Oak School for the Elites. Yeah I know. I'm not a pure blooded Japanese. My mother is Russian and my dad is a Japanese. I am the only daughter of Akito and Emilia Nitori. Well, I have another sibling who's 10 years younger than me. I am also the only girl in my father's side which makes me the center of attention and their protection. Since I am the only girl in the family, they are strict and very protective of me.

“Boss, the information you asked for.” He handed me a sleek black envelope. I opened it slowly, letting the weight of anticipation build as I scanned the contents. Emily Steele. Age: 21. American. Computer Science major at NYU. Bright. Sharp. Beautiful. Dangerous combination. Dem lingered, but I waved him off with a nod. “That’s all.”Once he was gone, I sat back, letting her name echo in my mind. Emily Steele. There was something untamed in her, something challenging. I liked that. I’d let her think she had freedom—for now. Let her breathe, taste independence, feel like she was still in control.

~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.

He hasn't yet had the chance to confess his feelings yet and Emma is already planning her honeymoon with him. "Do you know that Zi Zii's Ducati's name is Ya Rouhi. Cute name, right?? Just like me?? Zi Zii told me I look cute and adorable. And when Zi Zi told me that I felt goosebumps all over me. And he asked me why and before I could think about that my cousin Emily called me. You know my sister Emily? I told you about her a few days ago. She is coming to London to do a course. And she is awesome just like me. We can have a blast when she comes. You know, she is really a Badass. Actually, she is my inspiration to become a badass in the future. I am going to follow in her footsteps." The wh

She was smart, calm and never seemed to even care about the outside world that much, she was the only person inside her bubble and as far as I can see, she never allowed anyone to get inside it. Emilio has tried many times to charm her, he flirted but it would only backfire, he tried getting her attention, which he would get for merely five seconds or less, she never showed interest in anything he tried with her. Matter of fact, I've never seen her passionate about anything other than meditating and her 4:30 p.m meals, she was a remarkable subject, something like a Frankenstein test subject. "You find me charming?" I ask leaning back into my chair and admiring her.