Emily Naughty Neighbor Novels & Stories

" I didn't tell her and didn't stop her because I knew you would rush to save her and allow yourself to becaptured . Did you think that I would the chance to see my proud cousin be captured by the riddle plant in this life ?......I wouldn't leave such a rare chance to pass by . By the way , you look really funny . " said Emily . " The human world sure has made you quite naughty Emily . " said Eskylrious annoyed . " Vampires are naughty by nature , dear cousin brother . " said Emily with a sweet smile .

... Emma got off the phone when she heard the doorbell ring. Arriving at the door, she opened it and immediately, two paper bags of freshly baked pastries met her gaze, the aroma driving into her nostrils. "Noel?" He lowered the bags, a smile on his face. Noel was her next-door neighbor and the only friend she had in the neighborhood. The only one who didn't judge her. "Hey, Ems?" "Wow Noel," she went into his arms for a hug before opening the door wider to let him in. "When did you return?"

The rest of the walk is silent with occasional sniffles from Emily. "That's my house, right there." She points to a two-story colonial house. A woman peeks through the window wide-eyed and mouth hanging open. She rushes out the door and gently takes her daughter from Genelia arms and leaves a soft kiss on her forehead. The woman places Emily on the ground. "Mommy, these are my friends. wait what are your names?" Emily tilts her head in confusion. "Emily, don't be so rude to your Luna and her friend," her mother scolds, "I'm sorry if she offended you." I shake my head.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

On her way home, Emily bought a pair of sunglasses to disguise herself. The gold digger story stared at her from the front page of the Chronicle on every newspaper stand she passed. When she got home, she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted by the stress brought on by the media scandal. It didn't feel like a very long nap, but she fell into a deep sleep. A knock on the door startled her, and she got up feeling completely groggy. A short blond woman in round glasses stood in the hallway, looking grave and determined. It was her neighbor Claire, the mother of her very first art student.

Emily's POV; When I arrived back at home, the house felt oddly empty. Not that I hadn't ever spent an evening here before (I had) but for some reason it felt different this time. I could hear Emily's laughter downstairs and I knew her parents were still out on another date. The door creaked open softly as I stepped inside. It was just past midnight. A light in the living room caught my attention. Emily was sitting in a chair next to the fireplace, a book in her lap. Her hair was slightly down, which is what had drawn my attention first.

I looked back, one last time. Emily was at the hostess stand now, saying goodbye to a couple, her hand on the woman’s shoulder, her laugh echoing faintly into the street. She looked up suddenly, scanning the crowd outside. Our eyes met. Only for a second. She didn’t smile. I turned and walked away. By the time I got home, the nanny was rocking Oliver in the nursery. Maya was still out at the dinner with Charlotte and her friends. The townhouse felt silent and hollow, a palace with no pulse.

If these Intruders would come, they would first start by weakening him emotionally, using Emily and the twins as bait. He wasn't ignorant of all these, he was fully aware. He thought of all the things he cold to protect his mate and his little pups. "Hey, Natasha", Emily called out to Natasha who seemed to be very happy, running around the entire house. Emily crouched down to her level, looking at her, she put her hands on her two arms and said to her, "Can you make me a very special braid for tonight?" "Yes my lady", Natasha replied with a baby face, her lower lips bent upwards to show her inner pink lips

Apparently, the cop was a neighbor and was glad to find Emily because her mother had been going crazy looking for her. Well, some mother that woman was. Because in Josh’s eyes, any mother worth her salt would never leave her child alone at such a young age, especially next to a busy road where anyone could have snatched her. Emily’s mother was clearly the worst parent of the year. Or maybe a decade. Or a century. Josh shook his head. Anyway, what he was trying to say was, he was in a sour mood, and Nina wasn’t helping in the least.

"Emma, this is Ethan. Our families have been neighbors since we were in diapers. He’s basically the brother I actually like." Ethan turned his gaze toward me. He had bright blue eyes that were disarmingly kind—the polar opposite of Luca’s dark, predatory intensity. He looked at me for a long beat, his grin softening into something more genuine. "So this is the famous Emma Reed," Ethan said, stepping forward. "Hannah’s told me a lot, but she failed to mention that you were quite this beautiful. I might have to reconsider moving back to the city." I felt a genuine blush creep up my neck. "Thank you, Ethan. It’s nice to meet a 'normal' neighbor."