Emma Macdonald Age Novels & Stories

The next day Olivia stepped out from the stables and wiped her forehead before walking over to get a drink of water. “Madame are ye almost done with the mucking?” Ask Elliot McTavish the stable man. He new little Miss Macdonald was a handful. She could ride and climb better than any boy. He admired her for being a very capable lass at the youthful age of 9 years. Her mother could ride too. She was the spiting image of her mother.

Captain Pannell took the search results from a colleague and found that the female fan Alex mentioned was called Macy Falks, a local with a high school education. There was nothing special about the information, but when Captain Pannell learned that Macy Falks was twenty-one years old this year, he frowned a little. In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of thing would never be done by an adult. In other words, anyone with sense would not be able to do such a deranged and crazy thing.

The man hang up. "Drive to the MacClare's home," said the good looking man. His driver nodded and the car turned around quickly and was driving over to where Emily was. Emily was strolling along the sidewalk of the street. Remnants of the past came flooding through her mind. Emily is twenty one years old this year. Joshua is twenty-four. Ten years have gone on by them like a flash within their eyes.

she replied. Emma is three years older than me—22 while I’m 19. I met her selling banana cue. I’ve learned so much from her, good advice from experience. “Alright, I’m going home. I still have class.” I adjusted my faded dress and pants from a thrift store. “Bye, little one. Your friend will sleep now.” I left for home. From afar, I could hear Dad raging. “Stop it!!” I ran when I heard Rebecca scream.

she gritted and quickly headed downstairs. Emma rounded to the left and started heading to her workplace. She leisurely glanced downstairs only to see people hounding Damien. Unlike her colleagues, she could easily see everything in detail. Emma couldn’t resist the urge to smile when she noticed his pissed face. “He looks so frustrated. He wouldn’t be more than 27. How come he became a CEO at such a young age? He must have taken his father’s position. Money and power can make people worship a dumbo even.” She kept talking to herself.

he said, offering an apologetic chuckle. "I-It's okay. Wh-what do you want to talk about?" she asked nervously. "Well, for now, I just want to get to know you," he said smoothly, hopping up to sit casually on the marble kitchen counter. "L-like what?" she whispered. "How old are you, Emma?" he asked with a warm smile. "I-I'm seventeen," she replied. He grinned. "You're too young to be a maid. Why do you work here?" "My guardian cannot bear my financial expenses anymore, that's why I have to work," she answered honestly.

But with a little luck on my side, Emma approached me. "Today was fun Miss MacDonald", Emma exclaimed "Well, it's my duty to make it fun." "Your weird but you're cool", Emma replied with a small giggle "Thanks so uh whens your sister coming back." "Um, I didn't tell you that I had a sister." "Uh when you left your mom and I talked a little and she uh, she told me about Mia during our conversation", I stuttered, knowing that was a lie that will maybe come back to haunt me later.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

"Please, Emma. Just say no. You don't need his money. You don't need anything from anyone named Shaw." "Let me at least meet with him once," Emma said. "You and Marcus can come with me. We'll hear what he has to say. If anything feels wrong, I'll walk away. I promise." "Emma, no." "Mom, I'm thirty years old. I've built a two hundred million dollar company. I survived a kidnapping. I testified against my own father in court. I think I can handle one meeting with an investor." She was right. Emma was an adult. A successful adult who made good decisions. I couldn't protect her from everything forever. Even when everything in me screamed to do exactly that.

Amanda MacRay suggested in a gentle tone. "Okay. But the thing is, Emmy is only twenty-two years old. She refuses to marry young, Mom. She asked me to wait until she’s twenty-five to marry her," William said, explaining their big age gap. Fifteen years felt a bit tight. Because she should have been called him uncle. A gasp escaped his mother’s mouth. "Goshh, Will. Are you sure? She's too young for you!" Amanda MacRay said in a disapproving tone. She worried Emmy was just a gold digger who wanted to drain William’s wealth.