Emily Twilight Novels & Stories

she said indirectly to Emily before taking a bite of her sandwich. Emily was a former cheering squad leader at the university and graduated three years ago; that’s why she was famous there. Tyron was impressed with the woman because she finished schooling with self-support. In terms of ability and achievement, she has nothing against the woman. But she doubted that Emily graduated because of her intelligence and scholarships.

It will be so unfair if she becomes Luna, too. There isn't anything special about her. She's not prettier, not stronger, or smarter. She is less than all the females in their social class. . Emily reaches the house and turns off the engine but does not leave her car. There's only one reason why she’s here. Something is going on with that unremarkable privileged bıtch. She needs to figure out what it is. Maybe it's bad enough to change Tyrel's mind, or at least, get her kicked out of the towers.

She could feel the lashes hitting her back as she remembered how hard he had hit her that night. But Emily was tired, emotionally, physically, and mentally. She was tired of the looks and the sneers. As Luna, she had always conducted herself with the upmost dignity. She always overlooked Felix, as he had been there before her…. and she gave him a pass for his rude comments and ugly looks. Always, she would be polite and smile. But no more. She was finished. Emily was the daughter of the oldest werewolf pack known. She was an Elkwood. She had power that no one else could compare to. Even in wolf form she was bigger than Felix, and she was his Luna dammit.

She was beautiful and had platinum blond hair. "Oh sorry, I'm not feeling too well." I smiled lightly at her then turned back to Katy and Jackson. I wouldn't say yes anyways I can't fight, and plus I'm pregnant. "Oh come on Luna, toughen up." She pestered me with attitude. I turned back around, but before I could say anything Jackson did. "Emily don't talk to your Luna in such a manner!" Jackson commanded in a authorized tone. (A/n: Emily is the chick flirting with Tyler in his office that Anna over heard in chapter 9 of AIWWAM)

Adrian’s eyes flicked towards the door, his expression darkening. “I’ll get it,” I offered, rising steadily from my seat. But before I could reach the door, it swung open, and Emily waltzed in, her presence draining my spirit. As usual, her aura was one that commanded attention, with her long, red straightened hair cascading down her back like a scarlet waterfall. I held back a scoff. Didn’t she have any originality? Dying her hair to my color? Her smile was big and bright until it landed on me; it slowly transgresse

She started playing with the edge of her dress as if she were embarrassed, maybe uncomfortable. “How old are you?” I ask. Her head shoots up, startled, then she averted her gaze once again. “Nineteen” she answers after a few seconds. She was a child! Damn, the goddess and her choices. “Blasphemy!” my wolf cautioned yet again in my head. I ignored his comment. “And your surname?” I continued. “Watson. Emily Watson” . Her voice trembled as she spoke each syllable. Her plate was almost the same, the food barely touched. Her eyes were glued on it in an attempt to ignore my presence. I decided to cut to the chase so I would stop making her more uncomfortable.

As I read the what was written under it. Emily Hart. 28 years old. CEO and Owner of DEE Luxury Diamonds. Her smile. Those eyes. That face I'd been searching for. The face that haunted my dreams. Tears dropped onto the photo. I was sobbing now. I couldn't stop. "My Emily. I finally found you baby."

“Evan, Tyler came from humble beginnings. He can’t afford to lose this once-in-a-lifetime chance to make a name for himself! “The truth is, I was the one who leaked the data. But you’ll take the fall for me, won’t you? “Don’t worry. We’ll get married once you’re out.” Rosie spoke as though it were the most casual thing in the world. Her eyes were brimming with affection. “Forget it. I’m not confessing to a crime I didn’t commit!”

“What the fuck are you are doing, I say as I yank the driver's door open…. Emily’s point of view Let me introduce my supporting character. Emily Dawson, age 27 I see the opportunity, and I know I have to take this. My life and my baby's life depend on this one moment. Rex is blazing drunk. He's roaring at me as he pulls on my hair. I know he won't hurt me as he wants this baby. I also know that when the baby comes, he will kill me and leave my baby to be raised by him and the rest of his monsters.