Emily Young Twilight Novels & Stories

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

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.

Her scent, her touch, her warmth, the feeling of her pressed against me, those lips— Goddess, she was so damn attractive that I just wanted her close, even if she wasn’t my mate in the end. “Lucas,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I need you to do something. Go to Brimwatch. There’s a girl—female wolf, early twenties, dark hair, smells like… spring. Name’s Emily. Find her.” Lucas raised an eyebrow, smirking. “This the Omega from the train? You’re still thinking about her, huh?”

Emily smiled kindly at me, even if I was staring at her with wide eyes rather than greeting her. "Hey, we met at Robert's house the other day?" She kindly smiled at me. Emily really did look like she walked straight out of a Twilight book, she was flawless in every way. With maybe the exception of the similar scars on our hands. Her white blonde hair was up in a ponytail, yet it still reached her lower back. She wore a black fake leather skirt paired with a burgundy top and carried a handbag that was probably worth more than I had ever made in my life. She was the supermodel on the runway, and my sweatshirt had been in my wardrobe since highschool.

“You guys prepare to tell me that I’m nuts. Okay?” “No problem.” Emma’s response was serious, and I knew she wouldn’t hesitate. It would’ve made me laugh if I wasn’t freaking out. “Eliza Wrath looks like Ashley Greene.” I looked from one pair of eyes to the other to see if they were following me. They both looked lost. “The actress who played Alice on Twilight.” “Right,” Lucy said, nodding. “What’s Twilight?” Emma asked. “It’s a movie,” Lucy replied, barely glancing at her and then back at me.

She finally turns her gaze to my brother, " Mate," she whispers. Everyone turns their heads to her. " No!" Leondre growls. He looks horrified! " Yes," Emily grins, walking over to us. My brother is slowly taking steps away from her. Emily stops and frowns, " You are not rejecting me, are you?" she asks. She's blunt. " How old are you?" Ken asks. "Seventeen!" she answers. "She's sixteen," Anaiah says, deadpan. They have an eight-year age gap!

There is even a twelve year old from Emily's class. A twelve year old, wearing a crop top, tight fitted short skirt, boots, and a heavy make up. But it's still obvious that she isn't more than twelve. And what the hell is she doing out here, by this time? She was just too young to be here. And it makes me think about Damon, sneaking out at night to go drink beer with adults. I frown at the thought, because Damon is an eight year old, and could never do that.

Emily continued to walk towards her family with Lucas. "No hurry. Let's eat something first," Lucas said slowly. Emily nodded and brought Lucas to a decent restaurant. The two arrived at the restaurant. Before they could order, a very arrogant girl appeared in front of them. "Ouch, isn't this Emily?" "It's you, Leslie Tay!" Emily's expression became extremely cold. Leslie was the most outstanding lady in North Cloud Base City. And just like her, she was also a Rank 1 Ultimate King Ranked Realm.

Sebastian immediately let go of my hand, as if all our memories and moments together had been erased. Instinctively, I followed my husband's gaze, which was fixed on Emily. She had just turned eighteen, and her wolf, Ayla, had recently awakened. Her beauty was stunning, with bright green eyes and blonde hair cascading in curls down to her waist. She had undoubtedly inherited our mother Johanna's beauty, who was sitting beside us at the table, as shocked as the rest of the guests, all waiting for my reaction.

replied Emma. "What happened to her?" "She suffers from severe weakness due to less blood in her body." "She needs to get well by Thursday." "Why?" asked Emma, confused. "It's my eighteenth birthday." "You are already eighteen?" "Yes. How old are you?" "I will turn seventeen in January." "It's good that you are younger than me. I don't think it would be cool to romance someone older." 'I don't think it would be cool to romance a vampire pretending to be a human.' thought Emma.