Emily Young Twilight Novels & Stories

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.

Myka smelled the same as she did four years ago. “I always asked Malina to take showers while using this brand of jasmine-scented shower gels. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep with her otherwise,” Sirius whispered into her ear. “Emily is really similar to you. The moment I saw her, I knew I was done for. I was never able to hold back from approaching those who looked like you. “Emily is much more virtuous than you are. She’s only nineteen years old and was a virgin when I first slept with her. Do you know how I felt when I slept with her? The satisfaction made me feel as if I finally got the woman I wanted the most.

she pleads, “come down for breakfast. You haven’t eaten in three days. You’re weak.” “I’d like to die, thank you,” I mutter, moving toward the balcony. The door closes gently behind her, but she doesn’t leave. I step out into the breeze, staring down at the lights twinkling like stars across a city I don’t recognize. It’s beautiful. Like a storybook. Like a lie. “Where is this?” I ask without looking at her. “The Twilight Court,” she answers, stepping beside me. “Valen’s palace.” I inch away from her, and she notices. I don’t care.

She wasn't just a human who couldn't handle a wolf’s world. She was a predator. "Lyla," a voice said. Emily spun around. Morrigan stood in the doorway, watching her. "You found it," Morrigan said. "You knew," Emily accused. "You knew what this book was." "I suspected," Morrigan admitted. "I needed to see if the book would answer you. It has been blank for a thousand years." She walked over to Emily. She looked at the grey book. "You are dangerous, Emily Carter." "Lyla," Emily corrected. She clutched the book to her chest. "My name is Lyla Raines."

I pat her on the head and waste no time in heading to our wide wooden staircase and move down, straining to look behind the counter for one of our twins as I get below the second-floor balcony. “Girls? Where you at? You can both leave and head home. We got this. Good job today, you two rocked.” I call out, seeing Emily coming out of the kitchen and get a beaming smile in response. She’s a pretty red head with an abundance of freckles and a complete mirror image of her sister. I can only tell them apart because Emily always wears dresses, and Mary wears shorts. Adorable nineteen-year-old village girls.

She started playing with the edge of her dress as if she were embarrassed, maybe uncomfortable. “How old are you?” I ask. Her head shoots up, startled, then she averted her gaze once again. “Nineteen” she answers after a few seconds. She was a child! Damn, the goddess and her choices. “Blasphemy!” my wolf cautioned yet again in my head. I ignored his comment. “And your surname?” I continued. “Watson. Emily Watson” . Her voice trembled as she spoke each syllable. Her plate was almost the same, the food barely touched. Her eyes were glued on it in an attempt to ignore my presence. I decided to cut to the chase so I would stop making her more uncomfortable.

We're supposed to meet at 1pm but I've been waiting for half an hour already and no one showed up yet. Anyway, just an introduction. I am Emily Blair Nitori, a senior high school student in Golden Oak School for the Elites. Yeah I know. I'm not a pure blooded Japanese. My mother is Russian and my dad is a Japanese. I am the only daughter of Akito and Emilia Nitori. Well, I have another sibling who's 10 years younger than me. I am also the only girl in my father's side which makes me the center of attention and their protection. Since I am the only girl in the family, they are strict and very protective of me.

After what feels like an eternity, Emily comes out wearing a pretty baby blue one piece with glitter all over it. “How do I look Uncle Mark?” she looks up at me with those little expectant eyes. I know exactly what she wants to hear and I am not gonna disappoint her “you look exactly like princess Elsa from Frozen, very pretty little Em” Emily looks at me bewildered “she’s not a princess, she’s a queen” I hit my head in mock disgust “how silly of me, of course she’s a queen” Em smiles at me and I am momentarily taken aback to the way Lizzy smiles at me.

But for some peculiar reason, Sarah Poleman, a seventeen-year-old brunette, and his boyfriend—Charlie Mantial, find it less disturbing to jump over the laid out rules and ran within the path vociferously, stomping hardly on the wetted moss and letting the whip-cracking branches of blackberry trees slap their faces as they continued sprinting like some kids released on a playground. The whole circular forest had been cast by the pitch darkness of the night and the flashlight that served as their guide to get through the path didn't lessen the pure blindness. Sarah didn't seem to mind the foreboding danger around them, though. It thrilled her even. Seeing herself alone at the center of the for

He then remembered that Brian was wearing his clothes and Emily was still a baby werewolf who was learning to use her heightened abilities, so, she only took the scent of Edmund on the clothes and didn’t pay attention towards Brian’s own scent. On the other hand, as soon as drink arrived, Emily clapped her hands, “We are going to drink together, baby” Edmund knew it was not a great idea but he didn’t stop her. Emily happily poured the wine in two glasses. “One shot!” She shouted excitedly. “It’s not beer or vodka, it’s wine!” Edmund looked at her weirdly while taking a small sip. Emily held his hand and made him drink the whole content of the glass in one go, “So what? Drink it completely. Y