Emily Twilight Novels & Stories

"MIRRA!!" Carrie screams as she races into the kitchen and tackles me at the knees. I laugh as I pick her up and bounce her little. Sometimes when I've been over here on the weekends, Carrie and her two older twin brothers, Tyler and Taylor, have been here, too. Carrie is barely three with long curly black hair, blue eyes, dark skin and chubby little cheeks. Tyler and Taylor are almost five. Both boys have the dark skin but Tyler has dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes while Taylor has dark brown hair and green eyes.

legs with surprise and interest. Emily, noticing his gaze, for some reason was embarrassed, although instead she should have been terrified. She had already guessed that standing before her was none other than the Hunter himself. The one Jack and Jeremy had told her about. He who does not know pity does not spare anyone who gets in his way. The one who destroyed almost the entire Night Shadows clan. The one who came for her life. But for some reason she was not afraid of him, probably simply because she was tired of this feeling. Her fear disappeared at the very moment when she passed the rite of initiation and became a she-wolf. She has changed. And now the two young people stood and someho

Emma whistles and Emily blushes crimson red, walking towards us. “Do you think Ethan will finally notice me today?” Emily asks me softly, her eyes particularly focused on me, Emily has this huge crush on Ethan, Emma’s twin brother since we were kids but she can’t muster up the courage to tell him, and Ethan is always with different women every day, today his date is someone named Kayla, who has five million followers on i*******m.

Emily's Nightmare Emily tossed and turned in her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs as she struggled to find peace. Sleep had become a rare refuge, constantly interrupted by the weight of grief and guilt that had been her constant companions since Austin’s death. Tonight was no different. She finally drifted off, her breathing slowing as her body surrendered to exhaustion. But instead of the darkness of sleep, Emily found herself standing in a familiar place—the old park near her childhood home. The swings creaked in the distance, the rusty chains swaying back and forth in the breeze. The air was thick with a fog that clung to her skin, cold and damp.

Emily smiled kindly at me, even if I was staring at her with wide eyes rather than greeting her. "Hey, we met at Robert's house the other day?" She kindly smiled at me. Emily really did look like she walked straight out of a Twilight book, she was flawless in every way. With maybe the exception of the similar scars on our hands. Her white blonde hair was up in a ponytail, yet it still reached her lower back. She wore a black fake leather skirt paired with a burgundy top and carried a handbag that was probably worth more than I had ever made in my life. She was the supermodel on the runway, and my sweatshirt had been in my wardrobe since highschool.

She then answered softly, “Emily.” “Emily?” Adrian chanted. She nodded. Emily was her name. Adrian felt moved. “You have a beautiful name. It’s as beautiful as you. Emily, I’m the only person who can protect you now. You will live as long as I’m here. Do you understand?” Emily turned her head away as if she did not hold any hope toward Wyvern Peak of the outlands. “Being alive is meaningless if I have to live like an animal. I don’t want to be your slave, nor do I want to be bullied by you. It’d be better off for you to kill me.”

But his granddaughter Emily will visit him every summer. Emily is a couple of years elder to Akshitha. They don’t get along well from childhood. Akshitha will call Emily as 'Eli' (mouse) that infuriates Emily. Emily is a beautiful girl and she knows it. She hails from Mumbai and hence wears all modern outfits. It suits her the best. She always looks down on Akshitha and it irritates Akshitha.

Emma’s POV I pressed the strap of my backpack tighter against my shoulder as I stared up at the wide glass entrance of Manatee High School. The sun glared against the polished windows, and for a moment, my reflection stared back at me : messy curls tied back in a ponytail, hazel eyes that revealed too much nervousness, and a old cardigan over a faded white blouse.

“What the hell are you doing here, Emily?” Emily? Bree thought. That explains why the woman looked familiar. Emily Watson, the spoiled only daughter of the Watson family. They were close friends with the Bennetts. The last time she checked, Emily went abroad for schooling. She must be done. “Darling, I tried calling several times. You weren't answering, that’s why I came.” Her lips curved upward into a smile, showcasing her pure white teeth. “Look, I brought you so many gifts. I brought lunch too. You don’t have to go out for lunch. I’m so considerate, right? Oh, Spencer, who is this?”