Emma Macdonald Age Novels & Stories

she practically screamed. Mac stood dumfounded as the young girl hung on his neck. Finally he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her to him. “Wow… you’ve grown up,” Mac said as she pulled away. “I’m going on nineteen now.” Tess was just past her eighteenth birthday but nineteen seemed so much older to her. “Wow,” was all that Mac could say. “Is that for me?” Tess asked as she looked at the stuffed animal that Mac held in his hand.

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.

Before Emma could answer, May jumped in, “She’s sixteen this year. Very obedient and well-mannered. You don’t have to worry about her.” “Sixteen? She doesn’t look sixteen,” Damien said, ignoring May, his eyes still locked on Emma. Emma blushed with embarrassment. Though she was sixteen, years of poor nutrition had left her underdeveloped. Compared to her peers, she looked smaller and thinner. Aside from her pretty face, her body was so skinny it could easily be seen as unattractive. May, displeased that Damien only paid attention to her daughter, added, “She’s always been a picky eater. That’s why she’s like that.”

He was the perfect man for her and she was content with what life had rewarded her with after the tragic passing of her parents. Emma was 16 years of age when her parents died in an accident while Miles was only a year old. She met Eric at 16 still in high school and they fell in love with each other after few months of hanging out together. Life was tough for Emma and her parents. Her father was a construction worker while her mother was a full time housewife. Things weren't working out for them but Emma's father worked very hard to provide for his family and was able to send Emma to school. Emma also helped her mother whenever she was free by delivering her mother's work to their neighbour

"I have a daughter your age. Those aren't shields, Emma. They're facts." "Facts that you keep throwing at me like they're supposed to make me stop feeling what I feel," Emma said, her voice rising slightly. "But they don't. They just make me feel like you think I'm too young to know my own mind." "You are too young," Marcus said, the words coming out more sharply than he intended. "You're eighteen now. You should be dating men your own age, building a life with someone who—" "Someone who what?" Emma challenged. "Someone who sees me as a child? Someone who doesn't make my heart race every time he looks at me? Someone who doesn't make me feel like I'm finally being seen for the first time in m

quipped Callum. She shook her head. "Then why are you silent? Speak, you are like a mute." "I'm afraid my voice will disturb you while eating." "Hahaha, you are funny too," Callum said, laughing until his eyes watered. "You're too innocent, Emma. How do you want to get revenge on your ex-fiancé if you still think like a teenage girl." "I'm still in my teens. I'm not even twenty yet," she answered. "Huh," Callum raised an eyebrow. Emma got emotional when she answered the question that cornered her.

Amanda narrated to her parents. " In all truth Mom we just hit it off, he's like my best friend, kind of reminds me of the story you told me of how you and Dad met "oh my gosh honey, he sounds like a good guy to keep", Amanda's mom chipped in. "So what does he do, how old is he?!, Mr McArthur asked. "He's 26 , he's having a lot of companies, but what he delights in is to practice the doctoring program he read in school,so he will be starting practicing as a doctor this coming week Dad", Amanda answered.

His odd behaviour was noticed by the rest as they looked at Emma as well, stunned by her purple eyes, a characteristic feature for the Monroe family descendents. Among all of them Christopher was the only one devoid of confusion but he was no less blown away by her original eyes though reasons completely different. When she approached the table and took the torch, the light shining through her eyes, clearly reflected her deep purple orbs, making his wishful thinking grow. “Your age?” “Mr. Monroe, with all due respect…” “Age.” “26.” Under Ryan’s pressing stare, Emma had not option but to answer him, as his suppressive aura was to strong for her.

Mrs Gracias yelled. “Yeeeee!” Olivia cheered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Mama! I’m hungry!” Emma ran into the living room, rubbing her stomach. “Who is this pretty Angel?” Mrs Gracias asked with a large accommodating smile. “My daughter. She’s ten. Olivia asked, lifting Emma from the floor. “Ten? And Natasha is thirty-one? Wow. And, she is kinda dark-skinned.” Mrs Gracias muttered slowly. “Emma go into the kitchen and wait for me, okay?”

Emma’s POV My name’s Emma. I’m eighteen years old, a high school senior, and this weekend was supposed to be quiet. My parents had to leave town for some work thing, and they told me I had to stay with Aunt Chloe. She’s my mom’s younger sister, only about ten years older than me, and she’s always been the cool one. The one who lets me stay up late and talk about boys and college applications. I’m getting ready to apply to a few schools in the fall, and Aunt Chloe said she’d help me with my essays if I wanted. I thought we’d just hang out at her place, maybe watch movies and eat junk food.