Emma Macdonald Age Novels & Stories

Emma’s POV “Hey, birthday girl!” Sammy screamed into my ear as soon as I answered her call. “Girl, calm down,” I said when she reduced her tone. “First of all, I’m at work. Secondly, my birthday isn’t till Monday so can you please relax?” I sighed. “You’re way more excited about this than I am, and it’s quite fascinating”. “Emma, you’re turning twenty-five. Not just that, but you’re twenty fine as well. We’ve got to turn up this weekend!” she shrieked.

she says making Ty chuckle. "Emma, no. Emily is only seventeen. She's turning eighteen this year, but still. Shes way too small for me. Besides, I found the perfect Emily for me, don't you agree?" he asks, making my aunt smile from ear to ear. "Not to be rude or anything. But can we get on with our training?" Hope says, making us turn to her. "Yes, sorry. Of course." my aunt replied, pulling me towards her group and making me sit beside her.

she asked. "I have three, but they are just newborns, so Sam will have to wait to play with his cousins," I laughed. I look at Sam, who has been quiet this whole time. "Would you like that, buddy? You will have three cousins to play with!" Sam looks at me and nods. "Well...um...it was nice talking to you, but you should leave now. Mom will get fussy if I don't start cooking dinner soon," Emma said and sighed. I watch her intently. She is only nineteen years old but looks at least three years older with dark circles under her eyes. She looks worn out and tired. I couldn't imagine her being happy in a house with a woman like Keira.

’ Emma said with a huge grin. ‘I am sure we will learn so much from you Emma since you have presented yourself to have a know-all persona.’ Trish grimaced. Ignoring her nasty remark Emma continued saying ‘While you were still sleeping, I started clubbing when I was 15 years old and my height was my advantage and with an older guy holding my arm I easily deceived the bouncers. I would steal my mum’s padded bra, put on a wig, and some glasses and easily I would pass for an 18+’ Emma chuckled pushing her long hair from her shoulder.

“But also a little sad.” Arielle’s throat tightened. “Today’s my birthday,” she said gently. Emma gasped. “Your birthday?!” “Yes.” “You didn’t tell me!” “I forgot,” Arielle admitted. Emma looked horrified. “You’re not supposed to forget birthdays.” “Sometimes adults do.” Emma frowned, clearly dissatisfied with that explanation. “How old are you now?” “Twenty-six.” Emma considered this seriously. “That’s very grown.” Arielle smiled. “I suppose it is.”

Mackayla heard a few low growls but ignored them. "I just bet you do" Duncanion said with a wink. "Consider the mailman is a married gentleman well into his seventies I think it might cause some problems. My daughter likes to play when she's overtired and she happens to think they are her personal play toys. I forgot." She had turned and straightened her bra and shirt felt a hand touch her shoulder. She tensed until she heard Mandy whisper in her ear "you know men are pigs sometimes you would think they'd never seen a breast before." Mackayla relaxed as she felt the light push Mandy gave her towards the kitchen.

“Bullying little princes now. You’re really shameless.” Emma raised an eyebrow, “Eighth Prince is older than me. Don’t princes bully little ones? Besides, I’m just fourteen years old, far from being considered an adult.” She hadn’t reached her coming of age yet, and she was very concerned about her age. Even in this life, she still paid great attention to her age. No one wanted to be called old. Emma had a hard time being reborn, and she was very concerned about her age, thinking she was almost thirty-six years old. She felt her scalp tingle at the thought. Edward laughed, amused, and noticed that Emma was often made fun of because of her quick-witted remarks, even though she didn’t do it on

Zada asked, as she walked with Emma towards the doctor’s cabin. "I hate Mila," Emma said furiously and Zada rolled her eyes. "Obviously, your brain is filled with your hatred for that little girl and then pizza." Zada said, rolling her eyes. Soon, the girls were called in. "Please take your seat. Didn't your parents come with you?" The doctor asked casually. "I am eighteen years old. I am allowed to come alone," Emma said in an attitude and the doctor simply raised an eyebrow at it. "Okay. Tell me what's the matter?" The doctor asked.

“I don’t think your dad will ever listen, and I can’t blame him, you will always be our pumpkin.” Lexie teased her daughter, causing Macy’s nose to scrunch up even more. “Mom and dad, I know how precious I am to you, and I know you guys are both dear to me, but just so you know, I’m already 14. I just can’t imagine how my friends will react if they ever hear you guys calling me PUMPKIN or SWEETIE or CUPCAKE... I mean, do you guys realize how embarrassing that is?” Macy said in a long speech, and Ram just laughed, shaking his head.

Lucian said firmly. “Yes, sir,” they replied together. Lucian sat on the sofa and gestured to them. “Introduce yourselves,” he said. “With your age as well,” I added, since I wanted to know the eldest. “Yes, madam,” the red-haired maid said with a smile. “My name is Rose Macall. I was born and raised here in Austral, and I am thirty-five years old.” “Nice to meet you… sorry, Miss or Mrs.?” I asked.