Emily Twilight Novels & Stories

The alluring girl placed the table on one side, sitting beside Emily's bed and said gently: "This is our home, you fainted and my younger brother brought you here to rest." Emily asked hesitantly, with a blurry mind: "Your younger brother is..." The gentle girl chuckled, very beautiful: "He is Winston, and I am his younger sister Ron. It's an honor to meet you, Emily." Emily's eyes slowly widened as she reached out to hold her hand, but in her mind flashed an image of something she had seen before she passed out. "Ahh!" Emily screamed loudly, pulling the blanket up to her, urgently looking at Ron: "Tail, tail, tail! I saw Hades, Winston has a cat tail!"

"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.

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.

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

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.

Now that I could see, he wanted me dead. Fine, then… since he was after my life and had probably killed my best friend, I would treat him like my enemy! I made up my mind and asked, "So, who is your real daughter?" He froze for a moment, then said, "My daughter… Her name is Suzie." Hearing that name, my heart twisted with complicated emotions. I pressed on, "Suzie was blind, right? So, where is she now?" I crept even closer as my grip on the knife's hilt tightened.

It was a reply from Twilight in response to his announcement about leaving tomorrow. Twilight: Can I come with you? Eric's mouth opened, but no words came out. Her reply caught him off guard. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he replied. Eric: No, you can’t. Twilight: Why not? Eric exhaled. He couldn’t explain this over text. He’d have to see her. Another message popped up. Twilight: Ah, I forgot for a moment I was exiled. I'm sorry. But I hope you take long. Where are you? We have a movie to watch together, remember?

“My name is Emily.” My heart clenches painfully. How old is she? Five? Six? I bend over and touch her bony little shoulder. “Hello, Emily. My name is Simone.” So Vesper’s one of those vampires then. He feeds on children. There are a few of those around. Technically, they’re not allowed to do it, but I have yet to meet a vampire that cares about the council’s laws. “It’s nice to meet you,” Emily says. At least her colour is healthy. Her cheeks are beautifully pink and her lips a deep red. She’s not underfed or sickly. “Did Vesper send you?” I ask.

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?”