Emily Mcintire Books の小説・ストーリー

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

She had no idea that this woman standing before her had anything to do with the young inmate, that she was, in fact, the very crux of the situation. However, she recognized her. She had seen her face on the back of several paperbacks, even the one that she owned. A book called Wolves at the Door, which she had picked up on impulse and quite enjoyed. Diamond had a way with words, and though her stories were strange, they never lost the coherency of narrative that kept you attached to her characters. “You're a lot stronger than the others,” Emily smirked. Her wicked smile was nothing like the cute one she displayed in her author photo. “Everyone else just collapsed when I pushed on them.”

Emily sat on the cold, hard floor of the cell, her hands trembling as she hugged her knees to her chest. The dim light flickered weakly above her, casting long, eerie shadows on the stone walls. Her thoughts raced as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened. The accident, the kidnapping—none of it seemed real. She was exhausted, her body aching from the rough treatment she’d endured, but her mind refused to rest. The sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor outside, and Emily’s heart leaped into her throat. She scrambled to her feet, her hope surging despite the fear that gripped her. Maybe someone had come to rescue her. Maybe her brothers had found her.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Why were they still waiting? “Iris, get in the house.” Maggie started coughing and my eyes widened when they landed on her. She was sat up against the house, her legs outstretched. Her wrinkled hands clutched at her stomach as crimson stained the front of her dress. Thick, red blood seeped through her fingers. “Maggie.” Scrambling towards her, I didn’t care if my voice carried. I didn't care if they heard me or saw me. Maggie was an elderly, unarmed woman alone and they had shot her.

MATTEO The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in my office. The room smelled of old whiskey and leather—familiar, yet suffocating tonight. My hands were clasped together under my chin as I stared at nothing. Thinking. Always thinking. Emily Thompson was still alive. I didn’t need proof, I could feel it. People like her don’t just vanish into smoke, they hide, and they run. But I won't stop chasing. The loud sound of a knock on the door dragged me out of my thoughts. I glared at Dominic as he walked his way towards my desk, looking like he had just handled two brutal cases in less than thirty minutes.

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Clean. Efficient. But this mission felt different. Damien Hayes was not behaving like a criminal. He wasn’t hiding money. He wasn’t threatening people. He wasn’t abusing power. Instead, he was helping people. Emily leaned back slowly against the wall. She had spent years hunting dangerous men. Men who trafficked children. Men who laundered money through fake charities. Men who hid behind respectable faces while destroying lives in secret. But Damien… Emily rubbed her forehead. “Maybe I just don’t understand the whole picture yet,” she murmured.

After calling the guard at the witness protection quarantine house, Emily typed a few messages to Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt. The situation was getting out of control, and there were more and more victims related to the Henry Crawford case. The woman sat on the edge of Rayden's bed, staring intently at her phone. This was slightly annoying for Rayden. "Put your phone down, Emily, Dear. We're not finished—" "F*ck off, Ray. My work is more important!" Emily cut him off without even glancing at Rayden.

When Damon brought up the topic of my books I was scared as hell. I wondered if he came across my dark unholy novels, but fortunately the one he found was a light hearted funny novella. "Hmmm, is that all to it? I see you added bookmarks to some pages, are they..." I turned red instantly, "You asked me to tell you about the book right? Let me, why are you interrupting me?" I stated cutting him short. "Okay princess, go ahead." My lips spread into a smile as I told him all about the book, "So, the female lead is Emily, she just got out of an abusive marriage with nothing and then she crosses paths with this kid in danger and then she saves his life..."