Emily Twilight Novels & Stories

said the Linchesters' daughter. "Lily, Lily Williams" Clarissa said before Lily could say anything. "Nice to meet you too, Emily." Lily said smiling at her. Emily's eyes were widened but not much, it would be noticeable for the ones who knew she was after Zared. The colour of her face was now paler than before, she had dark hair and dark eyes, she was wearing a silver dress which ended at her calves and a slit around her chest. Emily looked at Lily up and down, she scoffed and looked away. Clarissa held a smirk, she was really enjoying it.

Emily Williams, a beautiful and young eighteen-year-old she-wolf, happily looks at herself in the mirror. Today is the third anniversary of her relationship with her longtime mate, Jerome Stonewood, the son of the alpha of the Moon Crest Pack. She is excited to visit Jerome, as he promised to tell his father, Alpha Jason, that they will marry soon. Emily looks once more in the head-to-foot mirror, grabs her bag and the small gift box she prepared for Jerome, and leaves her room.

"How would you do that?" Emily shrugs, grabbing herself a cup and pouring coffee in it. She lowers her voice an octave, making sure no one will overhear her. "I am a werewolf, remember?" she tells the coffee, much to the delight of her wolf Star, because it is not always Emily gets to acknowledge herself as such. ~

Emily said proudly. Charlotte reminded her, "Oh, you're feeling quite confident now, but remember who cried and worried that James wouldn't be responsible for her back then. If it weren't for Victoria's advice to fake a pregnancy and a miscarriage and then blame it on Isabella, do you think you could have made James submit?" Emily and Victoria were a pair of identical twins, with Victoria being the more beautiful one and Emily the smarter one. The two daughters had always been Charlotte's pride. Currently, Victoria was abroad, busy with her rising career as an actress for the past couple of years.

a voice sounded. Turning back she saw a girl..According to Emily's memory this girl is Wendy, her stepsister..a few years younger.. and scheming person.. "don't you know better??" she replied casually. "You......dare to talk back with that filthy mouth of yours.."Wendy scolded. "Ah..what do you think will happen if i will go to media and tell them i cut my wrist because you make me suffered??"Emily sneered. " you !!! bit*h. " she raised her hand to slap.

Emily exclaimed crouching down to my hight. "Nah..." I waved them off. Emily scoffed.Emily is super pretty... Her dark brown hair framed her face in waves, and her eyes glowed a light brown... When the sun hits them at the right angle they glow gold. Her body was right and in shape. If I were gay I would totally bang her... But I'm straight.Lacey turned around her contacts turning her eyes green...I think my new favorite color is green... Not just any green, but the color of Isaac's eyes…

After helping them put their luggage, Emily smiled back to Ann, “You need not to worry, child. You’re the only family I have left. It brings me so much joy when you said you’d be staying here for a while.” “I promise to pay you back, aunt,” Ann said. “We’re family, Ann. You don’t have to,” Emily said. Ann smiled, “You’re too kind, Emily” Soon, the four of them sat on the big couch in the living room together. Emily averted her gaze at the cute twins. She wrinkled her nose as she extended her arms to them. She said, “Oh my, you must be Charles and Emma. I always see you on TikTok. You’re too adorable, aren’t you?”

I waved at him and snuck out of his room. “Where have you been? I was looking all over for you.” Emily held my hand as we walked out together. “I needed to tend to something important. But it's okay now, let's go,” I dragged her outside and we used that opportunity to check out the hotel. Twilight Magazines does have a good eye for fancy things. There was even a relaxation center with maids lined up to serve refreshments and drinks. “This place is beautiful, don't you think?” I asked Emily.

CHAPTER 1: BLOOD. July 3rd,1996. "I can't believe I'm on my knees begging you to spare my life"Tobias O'Connell muttered, bitterly to Wyatt Gentry whom he had supposedly called his best friend for so many years. This bestfriend now held him at gunpoint. "If you had just listened to me,it wouldn't have gotten to this point"Wyatt thundered. Their voices woke eight years old Damien from sleep. Everywhere was dark.

a woman said before Damon could even turn. He pivoted slightly, half-smiling before the incoming assault. Emily, visibly pregnant, radiant in a cream maternity dress that hugged her bump reached him first, swatting his arm and then pinching his ear playfully. “Do you even know how to answer your phone, Damon Hale? Or do you pretend you never see my calls?” Damon laughed under his breath, easing out of her grip with practiced patience. “It’s good to see you too, Kay”