Crossed Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

Mike tumbled through darkness and noise. Thunder and rain crashed down on pavement, light flashed and then darkness again. Beep - beep. Another flash of light... Sarah's voice... one of his other sisters crying... The darkness receded. He was with his high school girlfriend again. Mike briefly forgot her name, but then it came back to him. Emily. She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. The perfume she wore wafted over him and he smiled. Obsession Nights: he remembered buying her a bottle of it for Christmas. He'd forgotten how pretty Emily was. Her shoulder-length, curly blonde hair bounced down to her shoulders, beautiful green eyes that seemed to sparkle. A silver cross

My men covered me as I pushed forward. One of Mateo’s guys lunged at me…I shot him in the stomach, then in the head. Another aimed at Emily. Big mistake. I shot him before he could even think about pulling the trigger. The air smelled like gunpowder and blood. Mateo was losing. I could see it in his face. That’s when he made his next move. Mateo grabbed Emily. Before I could react, he cut the ropes from her wrists and yanked her up. She fought him…of course, she did. Kicked, scratched, bit his hand.

Emily kept running through the hallway with tears flowing everywhere. She was breathing so hard like she was choking on her own pain. As she ran she collided into two elderly couple. She almost fell but caught herself. Theo and I were still shouting her name. "Emily." She turned slightly but her tears did not stop at all. Theo suddenly stopped in his steps like someone froze him. I almost bumped into him. "Oh shit." He whispered. "What?" I asked confused. He looked directly at the couple Emily ran into. He swallowed. "Mr and Mrs Steele."

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

I was aware that she was stubborn but I hoped she would listen to me today. “No! You will get the ice cream for me or I will do it myself!” Emily said loudly. She went near the road and I went after. Different cars and motorcycles were passing around and I knew it wouldn't be safe to pass. “It is unsafe!” I shouted at her angrily. “Then I will get it for myself…” Emily told me. She ran to cross but I didn't follow her. I tried to shout her name but the next thing I saw was a collision of some cars. It was not befitting the eye and I had to close my eyes and ears not to see this sight. The fact that Emily was still there made it more awful for me.

Emily gave my hand one last squeeze before rising to answer it. While she was gone, I continued organizing my meager belongings. My hand froze when I came across the mate bond severance certificate, the official Pack Council seal gleaming under the apartment's fluorescent lighting. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. I quickly tucked it into a hidden pocket in my bag when I heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, I was startled to see not only Emily returning, but Marcus Cross following behind her. "Look who came to visit," Emily announced, her tone carefully neutral.

She didn’t ask how I survived. Didn’t touch me. Didn’t look relieved to see me alive. She just walked beside me. But she wasn’t really with me anymore. And I could feel it. Every second of it. We were halfway through the cabin when a gunshot cracked through the air. Sharp. Precise. My instincts reacted instantly. I turned—too late. Declan Ricci stepped out from behind a steel support beam, with smoke still curling from his gun barrel. One clean shot. The bullet tore straight into Emily’s back.

"I heard about what happened. I never believed those rumors. How are you?" The surprising encounter opened a door to unexpected connections and potential alliances in Marvis's journey. As Emily expressed her disbelief in the accusations that haunted Marvis, a spark of camaraderie ignited. Little did Marvis know that this chance meeting would set the stage for unforeseen twists in her journey, hinting at the interconnectedness of lives and the potential for redemption even in the most unexpected places. The reconnection with Emily led to a series of meetings and conversations that unraveled a network of individuals who had doubted the accusations against Marvis. Emily, along with a group of l

he continued My hand tightened beside me but I didn't say a word only kept my eyes on him "So, Mr. Carter, I know you have history with Emily, but you should the both of you can never work out, after all, as far as I'm informed, Emily is your nephew's fiancee, isn't that right?" I smiled, more amused by his audacity that his arrogance "Mr. Cross," I started, stepping closer to him, "first, we don't have history, we're still together, I don't know where you got your information but it's obviously not correct. Second, my Emily is so beautiful and capable, it's only normal to have some flies buzzing around her, you liking her is also normal, after all she's irresistible, but as her man, it's my