Emily Young Twilight Novels & Stories

Clementine POV A few days have passed and Fin and Creed are still not getting along, the two twins are also involved. I don’t know why they are fighting. All I know is they all hate Fin. Every morning I see Fin across from our room, waiting for me while carrying red roses. Sometimes I wonder if he has eaten or not because he was there too early so every time I see him I let him into our room and feed him even though it is forbidden and against the room rules. I wonder if Fin is happy with what he is doing to propose to me. I'll admit that I like him but I still don't want to let Fin know because I'm afraid that he might just play with my feelings. There are rumors that ... Fin was a great Pl

Tis asked. “You're not the only one.” He took her to a nearby café and there was a girl already waiting for them. She was a 5'5 ravenette with emerald eyes and well... let's just say, she had way more going on with her chest than Twilight. In short, she was every guy's dream girl. To make matters worse, she was the same girl from Twilight's dream. “This is Matako, the friend I was telling you about. Matako, this is Twilight.”

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

It was the voice of the huntress, stumbling toward me to stop me from drinking Emily's blood. Crap!! I could smell her special scent again, which made my hands loose, and Emily fell to the ground, not waking up. "Emily!" She should call my blood slave's name! I did not expect them to know each other! "Is she dead?" She seemed to be addressing herself. "Why would you do this to a 16-year-old girl, you cruel pervert?"

“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.

"I am sure I speak for the entire Silverdale pack when I say that we will do whatever it takes to fix this." Emily continued to regard him until he started to struggle to keep still beneath her scathing glare. Her eyes were blue but several shades darker than her sister's, sinister even, and Tyson felt as though she might be able to curse him with even something as small as raising her brow. "In that case, it is a good job you werewolves are known for being good killers," Emily grumbled, her lips twitching upwards in perhaps the cruelest smile that Tyson had ever seen on a woman's face.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

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.

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

“Nope. I’ll be an adult.” An adult. “But for now,” she added, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her, “I’m a baby.” Tyler laughed softly and kissed her cheek as they headed downstairs. “Alright,” Tyler said after he stepped fully into the kitchen. “Let’s make some pancakes.” “Yay!” Aurora cheered. Upstairs, Emily slowly sat up in bed, stretching her arms above her head before murmuring a quiet prayer. Four years. The thought alone still amazed her. The last four years had been beautiful and transformative all at once.