Crossed Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

Emily's face soon became bloody, she couldn't see properly anymore, if someone is to see her at the moment, one would have swore that she had became blind. When the leader of the people from the Crescent Park so that Emily was weak, close to death, he threw her to a far distance, dusted his hand and left with his other fellow taking a shouting and struggling Rogan with them. Drago came around immediately they left he was shocked to see Emily on the floor in a bad shape. "What the hell happened here??" He soliloquize, "oh my gosh!! Emily!!

“Wait... Isn’t that,” She doesn’t finish. Just sits there. Mouth open. Callie and I both lean in. “Who?” Emily blinks, looking up at me like she can’t believe her eyes. “Charlotte... that’s Axton Rowe.”

“This… this is a miracle.” •>>•>>•>> Aiden’s POV The sound of rushing water was the only thing filling the silence. I scrubbed my hands mechanically, my mind still stuck on the argument with Sean. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so harsh on him. But he shouldn’t have done that without my consent. “You were amazing today, Dr. Cross,” Emily’s voice broke through my trance. She was beaming, leaning against the doorway. “I hope I'm even half as great as you when I become a neurosurgeon.”

I looked back and saw her kneeling, holding my leg. “Please don’t break up with me, I beg you,” she croaked, crying uncontrollably. “I can do anything to make up for my mistakes,” she added. “I have nothing left to say to you,” I said, forcefully removing my leg from her grip before leaving. She didn't say another word, and I left without looking back. After leaving the place, I went to Daniel’s bar. I felt relieved after breaking up with Nora, but deep down, I still felt unsettled for no reason. This was the only place I went to get my mind off things.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

And somehow, she had found a way to reach her. Emily quickly typed. Where are you? The message failed. Blocked. Intercepted. The screen flashed an error. Then the entire conversation vanished. Her breath caught. Someone had killed the connection. Watching. Monitoring. Emily slowly lowered the phone. The estate suddenly felt smaller than ever. --- Across the city, Elena cursed under her breath. The encrypted relay she'd used had been severed almost immediately. Someone inside Victor's network had noticed. Still, she had accomplished what she needed. Emily now knew she was out there.

"She knows something too, I'll get it out of her one way or another." The crossroad appeared ahead. Left led back to the hospital where Leslie was fighting for his life. Right led to Carl's headquarters, the gleaming monument to the fortune he had rebuilt without her. Emily turned neither way. She drove straight through the intersection, toward the one place she had buried in her past. The old neighborhood. The burned lot where a brave little girl had once saved a boy who never knew her name. It was time to find the truth that had been smoldering there all along.

You looked at information in sequence or you missed the things that mattered. Forty-seven photographs, Twelve days of coverage. I went through them one by one. Emily Carter on Birch Street. Emily Carter entering a small clinic on a quiet road, head slightly down, the particular forward lean of someone who didn't want to be recognised. Emily Carter at a coffee shop with a laptop, working, her hand wrapped around a cup. Emily Carter and the man, Dominic Reyes, at a Thai restaurant two nights ago, sitting close, his hand moving over hers across the table.

With no evidence that she didn't murder her aunty, no eyewitness, no one to clear her name, Emily end up in prison. ****End of flashback****

Nathan's POV A call came in almost immediately. The voice on the other end sounded hesitant. "Nathan, when did you get back? You were there for the autopsy. It's been years now—don't you think it's time to let go?" The voice kept droning on, but I couldn't hear a single word. I hung up. My eyes stayed locked on their fading figures in the distance. For three years, I dreamed of Emily Cross every single night. Her eyes, her brows, the tiny mole at the corner of her eye—everything was exactly the same. There's no way I could be wrong.