Novel & Cerita Emily Young Twilight

I find Emily hunched over the sink, trying to wash off the blood from her shirt. "Are you okay, Em?" She looks over at me from her shoulder and shakes her head. Her eyes are red, and it seems to me that she had been crying. "I don’t know why he keeps doing this to me. He knows how much blood scares me." "I know." I walk over to her and grab some tissues to help her with her cleaning. Most of the blood has been washed away, leaving behind only a red patch. "We have only a year left, remember? After high school, we can move away, somewhere with no supernaturals "

He had said it to her too once, desperately. Her hand reached slowly for the doorknob before her mind could even catch on. She turned it slowly and pushed the door open just enough to see. Carl was on top of a brown-haired girl, and she had her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. When she looked to the right, with pleasure in her eyebrows and her lips slightly apart, I fully recognized her face, she was Emily's non-identical twin sister, Emila and her expression slowly dissolved into a smile as she locked eyes with her.

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

Little did he know that fate had intertwined his life with Emily's in ways he could never have anticipated. When Eric encountered Emily, an undeniable spark of recognition ignited within him. He felt an inexplicable draw to her, sensing a connection that transcended their individual circumstances. Unaware of Tyler's involvement with Emily, Eric's heart swelled with a newfound purpose—to protect her from his father's clutches and grant her the freedom she deserved. As the young werewolf confronted his father, Gerald's wrath and determination to maintain control only intensified. Eric pleaded with Gerald to spare Emily from the proposed forced mating, arguing that true love and happiness could

She explained. “Can I see her?” She nodded. “Yes.” We got to a room, it was locked. Gina knocked but there was no response. She offered a knock, yet the same. “Stephanie, you have a visitor. His name is Detective Kent, a very good friend of Emily.” “Where was he whenbAunt Emi was kidnapped?” Her soft voice sounded. “No one is Aunt Emi’s friend. I want to be left alone.” “Stephanie, I understand your pain–”

Nyah quietly reminded her, "The one speaking is the fifth young lady, and the one next to her is the fourth young lady." In no time, the fifth young Lady, Emily, had approached Emma. She wore a light blue short-sleeved gown with a delicate hairpin in her bun. She wore a gold necklace with a gemstone; her face was oval-shaped, with slightly slanted eyes and a small dot between her eyebrows. Her rosy cheeks complemented her bright smile, revealing her charming white teeth. She was genuinely endearing. Beside her was another female servant dressed in a light pink short-sleeved gown, with a face somewhat similar to Emily's but softer demeanor—she was the fourth young Lady, Erica.

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!"

“What the fuck are you are doing, I say as I yank the driver's door open…. Emily’s point of view Let me introduce my supporting character. Emily Dawson, age 27 I see the opportunity, and I know I have to take this. My life and my baby's life depend on this one moment. Rex is blazing drunk. He's roaring at me as he pulls on my hair. I know he won't hurt me as he wants this baby. I also know that when the baby comes, he will kill me and leave my baby to be raised by him and the rest of his monsters.

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.

I woke up the next morning hearing some giggling coming from the living room, i stood up and straightened my hair and walked out of the room to see Damien sitting comfortably with a young girl of about 19 years old She looks at me with a huge smile on her face "Good morning, I’m Joslin Damien’s younger sister" the smile never leaving her face, she stretched her hand forward I smiled awkwardly "I’m Emily,nice to meet you Joslin" i turn to look at Damien who was sitting down