Emily Young Twilight Novels & Stories

It's not until James clears his throat that I realize I may have been staring at Enzi for a little too long. “Dara and Marc are wolves but Nathan is a muse and Emily is a vampire. I wasn't sure you knew that,” I tell Jayvon and Enzi. Would they still want to welcome a vampire? ” “She’s a vampire? But I saw her on the cameras. Usually, vamps don't show up in photos, mirrors, or video footage, or do they?” Jayvon questions. I’m pleased that he doesn’t sound upset or disappointed that Emily is not a wolf. It’s more like he’s confused.

So, very bad! ‘Gosh! Let it be already. They are already out there making a fuss out of it. Have you not read the news? You are the new hashtag trending.’ Emily shrugs, sipping on her Americano casually. ‘ Famous!’ She winks. ‘I don’t mind anything though.’ She continues not letting me speak and immediately I strike the chord of friendship with the vampire whose wedding I have pathetically ruined.

I could care less if they cared. "Darling, would you come here for a second? There is someone I would like you to meet." The alpha called out to someone. I looked up, ready to give my little smile and try not to make things awkward but what I saw startled me. It was the same girl from earlier. The same girl that bumped into me. "Tyler, this is my daughter, Emily Watson-King. Emily, this is the alpha of the Red Dawn pack, Tyler Bay." Did he just say Emily Watson-King? So, this is her. how did I forget her face?

The two old ladies match each other very well, Emily muttered quietly. "How does it felt Emily? you don't want to share your story with us?" Eve put on an intimidating face. Lucy threw Eve with jalapeno, "leave the girl alone! your question is so rude!" said Lucy glaring at her. Instead of getting angry, Dorothy and Eve burst out laughing and even more strangely, Lucy laughed too. Emily just grimaced, it seemed like she didn't fit with this people they were so far apart in age. Feeling uncomfortable, Emily chose to focus on the broccoli she was cutting.

“I mean—yes, I’m… staying with him. Temporarily.” “Mmm,” she said, stirring her tea slowly. “And it’s true? You were human?” I nodded. “Was. Something else now, I suppose.” Alvar leaned forward, interest lighting his face. “And your sister—she’s the one mated to the Twilight High Lord, isn’t she?” My stomach twisted, just slightly. Feena stilled mid-pour. Elarin’s expression went carefully blank. “You’ll have to forgive us,” she said slowly. “That court… it carries a reputation. And its High Lord even more so. We don’t see many from the upper courts down here.”

“I know, and I love you too.” We have to leave the tent so I can greet all the Alphas. I’ve met the older ones through our mutual alliance with Emory’s grandfather Alpha Colton back in the day. I knew the parents of the newer Alphas, and it’s easy to see the resemblance among most of them. Emory is the youngest, and it’s never clearer as she stands beside them. She’s got her whole life before her, but she’s about to fight in a war. I pull her away to talk to her, further enough that the vampires with their superior hearing can’t eavesdrop on us.

As I read the what was written under it. Emily Hart. 28 years old. CEO and Owner of DEE Luxury Diamonds. Her smile. Those eyes. That face I'd been searching for. The face that haunted my dreams. Tears dropped onto the photo. I was sobbing now. I couldn't stop. "My Emily. I finally found you baby."

She was afraid that Emily's spell would fall again on Tyron, and then he would treat her differently like he has been doing lately. "Tyron, I cooked your favorite dish!" Emily exclaimed as she approached the young man. Tyron paused and looked at Emily. "You haven't eaten yet?" Emily bites her lower lip before responding to the young man. "I’d love to eat with you." She seems to feel shy of admitting it to the young man.

POV EMMA BELLE The twins, Lyra and Caelum, stood at the base of the Great Willow. At seven years old, they carried the poise of ancient monarchs and the curiosity of forest spirits. Their eyes—once a simple violet—had begun to swirl with the gold-amber of my lineage and the deep emerald of Félix’s. They didn't look like children; they looked like the Resolution of the 139 chapters that had come before them.

Shaina kept a gentle hand on her daughter’s back, her own emotions still raw. Liliana was lifting a spoonful of soup to her mouth when her gaze suddenly froze. Across the restaurant, sitting with his family at another table, was a boy about two years older than her. Clementine Winterchase. Her heart seemed to stop. She knew that face. The gentle curve of his jaw, the kind eyes, the quiet strength even at this young age. In her past life, he had been her fated mate, the man she had loved with every piece of her broken soul.