Emily Twilight Novels & Stories

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Translation: I looked pretty, but fat. The fundraiser pics. I looked hot. I felt hot. But of course, the first thing she zeroes in on is the nonexistent bloat in the photo. I resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and instead fork another bite of spinach into my mouth like a responsible adult who doesn’t crave violence. At least the dressing is good. Emily, it turns out, is less of an agent and more of a glorified babysitter. A babysitter with manicured claws and a talent for passive-aggressive comments.

Two pink lines. A smile tugged at her lips, fighting against the biting wind. For three years, she had been the invisible girl on Ryan Evans’s arm. The human girl. The weak link. In a world dominated by powerful bloodlines and old money, Emily was a nobody. She was an orphan with no connections, working as a junior archivist in the basement of Evans Enterprises. But Ryan had chosen her. The billionaire CEO, the man whose face graced the cover of Forbes and whose presence commanded silence in boardrooms, had chosen her.

Before I can answer, the door creaks open. Emily? She breezes in like a spring wind, bright, bold, and full of energy. Her hair swept up in a high ponytail, strands of pink flashing through the dark. She has high-waisted jeans, a cropped sequined top on, and a smile so wide it makes me want to squint. “I swear, if I have to watch you mope one more night, I’m going to cry on your behalf,” she says, sinking on my mattress beside me.

She's really pretty. Immediately Emma leg hits the sitting room, everyone shouted “Surprise！” She laughed, letting them know Nolan already exposed them all. Aunt Doris twins of two pretty girls run towards her. She bend and took the five year old twin in her hand. Emma joined them. She's growing well to look just like her mother. She had a younger Brother that's three year old. Emma smiled as the kids encircled her. Eva is also pregnant. Her husband said there's no need in rushing so they conceived just the time they wanted to..

Emily uttered as she styled my hair, a ponytail style just like hers. As we both stared at the long mirror that stood in front of us, anyone staring at us from a distance would say we're twins. "This is going to be my best day in my vacation in a werewolf land" Emily whispers into my ears as we walked out of my room. "Where are you guys going?"

’ Emily asked herself. Emily looked over at the girl standing next to her. “Hi, I am Emily.” “Princess Claire,” the girl with blond hair and blue eyes responded in a whisper. “What are we waiting for?” Emily whispered. “To get married,” Claire said. “Are we all getting married?” Emily wondered, looking at the tall windows that had no drapes. It was dark outside. “I think so,” Claire said.

She still had to go shopping, and Emily, being the sweet, supportive twin sister, was coming with her. Elena was throwing on a pink crop top to match the blue jean she was wearing when Emily burst in without knocking. "Ready?" she said, poking her head in first before coming in and shutting the door behind her. "You know, at some point in your life, you're really going to have to learn how to knock before going into people's rooms." Emily rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall. "Relax," she said, "Like Damon said in the Vampire Diaries, 'if I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it,"

They were subtle, but they were there, straining around the perfect smile plastered across his mouth, a telltale sign that he was faking it. For some reason, the sight of that made my stomach twist a little. Once again, I wondered if the kind things he had said about me had been just as fake as his smile. Just as Nicholas was approaching me, Denver and his Luna, Emily, walked up to us. Emily was tall and slender, with a whip of blonde hair, bright silver eyes, and a fox-like face. She wore a silky white dress that fell to her knees, and carried a delicate clutch in one hand that matched the expensive pearl necklace around her throat. She looked to be about twenty years Denver’s junior, at le

She couldn't feel any connection to her at this point, and all Serenity felt was pitch black emptiness. It doesn't come across as a surprise that he choose someone like her. Emily had a light tan complexion with blonde hair and greyish blue doe like eyes and do not forget those long legs and lean body. She was an angel compared to Serenity. She had a pale complexion with boring hazel brown eyes, brown hair and oh not to forget a curvy figure which some people considered unflattering. Emily climbs on to the stage from the front of the crowd and places her hand in his and turns to flash a smile at the excited and happy pack members.