Crossed Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Xavier had his head down as he tended to Tiffany's arm after her allergy flared up. Red rashes covered the entire length of her arm, and she'd even scratched some spots to the point that they were bleeding. Xavier held up a cotton swab, his movements gentle. "Does it hurt?" "A little," she replied. "Hang on a little longer, okay? We're almost done." His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and glanced at the screen, noting the message from Serena that read, "Let's break up, Xavier."

With a silent sigh, she looked up at Keion to find him looking at her curiously. “What?” “I was asking you if you’d heard about Tommy and Sarah.” “Wh- no. I haven’t heard.” Pause. “What happened?” “They discovered they were mates in the middle of her cheerleading practice.” Her eyes widened. “How?” “Some poor guy picked her up for a routine lift and it took two guys to hold Tommy back. He damn near promised to kill the guy for touching her.” “What?” That sounded so unlike the friendly quarterback, Ceanna couldn’t believe it. “Tommy McKinsey?”

The howl of the leader was picked up by other members of the pack, joining the song that fills the hearts with longing. As soon as the howling stopped, Jack felt an echoing emptiness form in his chest, saying that there was no one else in his life who would be so dear to him. After all, having expelled Jeremy from the clan, the leader thereby broke blood ties with him. After a short silence, Jack turned to Mike, who was watching his leader intently: - Look at the security cameras where Emily was last seen. She could not, alone, pull off such a feint: leave the territory.

Then, they stopped crying. "No! they're not dead," Emily yelled in despair. She would protect them with her life. She wouldn't give them up. Emily crawled forward. Emily screamed in pain. Rose stepped on Emily's hand. "How touching! Emily, sadly, they're already dead." Rose sounded like a monster. Emily was shocked at her words and passed out. Rose covered her nose in disgust since the room was filled with the smell of blood. Emily was covered in blood. Her clothes were dirty and she was still bleeding.

I tightened my hold around the wooden cross in my hand, and the airways of her lungs tightened, choking her. Her eyes widened. “How are you doing this?” Her eyes fell on the wooden cross in my hand and immediately she knew what it was. A totem of her. An object that was now linked with her and with the help of the hair strand I managed to pull from her back at the cave. The cross was more like an abstract representation of her. Whatever happened to the object happened to her. She began shaking her head frantically. “No. No!” I pulled the cross up, giving it a strong pull. With great force Emily's body was lifted from the earth, flying towards me until I had my other hand wrapped around her n

It was interesting to consider, and made sense once she stopped panicking and thought about it. "Possibly," Paoli shrugged. "It's worth a try." Emily slowly stepped toward the table and paused to pull the cross from her pocket. "Okay," she agreed. "But I'm going to hold this in my other hand in case you get…I don't know...hungry at me," she warned. Paoli quickly smothered a grin. "All right," he agreed seriously. "But I promise not to get hungry at you." She slid back into the chair and held her hand out across the table. In her other hand, she gripped the cross so tightly her knuckles were white. She was very aware of William's presence behind her, now supportive instead of entrapping.

Michael, David, and Rachel all walked behind the couch where I was sitting with the computer on my lap so they could watch the messages as they came in. Word is the hit came from Emilio. “Emilio is Francesca’s brother?” Rachel asked, glancing briefly at David. He nodded in agreement and we looked down at the screen as I typed out the next message. Who would Emilio want to take out? Emilio is trying to take power from Francesca, he’s not happy that she took charge. “Does this mean a civil war is starting?” I asked, glancing at David. His jaw was clenched tightly and I could almost see his mind whirring as he went through the possibilities.

The shower suddenly went off and I ran out of the room very carefully, leaving the door opened a bit. I cautiously peered through the crack in the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I witnessed the interaction between Emily and Ryder. Ryder seemed disoriented, his voice laced with confusion as he questioned his whereabouts. Emily, on the other hand, maintained a composed demeanor, insisting that he was home and needed rest. My mind raced with a whirlwind of questions. Why did Emily manage to convince Alpha Ryder here? What was her plan? I knew I had to find out more, to understand the truth behind this twisted angle of deceit.

The sun dipped below the horizon when Emily Walker finally got off her shift and agreed to meet with Ethan. She claimed she needed time to process everything that was suddenly going on. In the heart of the enchanting metropolis, the air was thick with anticipation as she sat with him in a lonely park. The shadows grew longer and secrets danced in the fading light. It was a delicate hour that felt like fate was weaving its intricate tapestry. Emily gazed at Ethan Hatton, whom she thought she knew as Ethan Jacob but apparently he was not. He lied to her. Her eyes searching for answers in the depth of his troubled gaze. Her heart, once ablaze with admiration, now flickered with uncertainty.