Emmett Cullen Novels & Stories

Sonnia cut in as she rolled her eyes at them. They both just laughed after hearing Hilda. "Alright, Alright. But how did you end up in this? You and Mrs. Stephenson? But you shouldn't be worried. I won't let them off. Especially Carmen. I thought you were exaggerating all this while when you spoke about Carmen. She looked completely different from the Carmen I know on tv. I will let her serve as a lesson to the other celebrities who only fake being nice for the camera's. If any do follow in her footsteps, I will have to punish them according to the law." Emmett said placidly.

That bone-deep mysophobia urged me to leave immediately. At that moment, a hunched, filthy man, carrying plastic bottles in his hand, staggered into my path. He wore a down jacket so dirty that its original color was impossible to tell, and his eyes were cloudy and dull. "Mr. Keaton?" His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping concrete. I stopped and studied him from a distance. After a long moment, I finally recognized the once-arrogant "Golden Retriever" beneath the bloated face and deep wrinkles—Emmett Stone.

He snorts " Too bad, You're still very much lifeless, and you'll probably remain so until your very last breath. But who knows, you could prove me wrong. I'd like to see that " Emmett doesn't remain with Winter for long. He can't stand being in the same room with the other man. He leaves the Mansion and goes over to Damien's house. Damien was an investor to one of his Movies, So Emmett had been acquainted with him before and knew his address. He just never thought he would visit him one day. If there was one person he hates more than his brother, it was this cheating son of a bitch who thought the world revolved around him.

The right to take away her purity. Calvin fell beside Emily with sweat dripping down his entire body. The hunting breaths were still chasing each other because of the hot activity that had just ended. "Thank you," whispered Calvin, looking at Emily who was currently pulling the blanket to cover her innocent body. Calvin clearly saw red marks from his artwork on several parts of Emily's body. Calvin then also slipped into the blanket. Carrying Emily's body into his arms. Emily hopes that this is a good start for their household.

Otherwise, he would not have been bullied and would never have met Calla. When Calla was about to get married, Emmett had originally planned to give up. However, as soon as he returned, he heard countless stories about Grayson's affairs.

“Where did you get the photo?” “The detective in the photo is Stuart’s police informant” Emmett laughs, picking up his plate to head to the kitchen. “Stu had Todd standing by to take the picture. He wanted to keep the photographer concealed and Todd’s ability to hide as a paparazzi; he asked Sonia if it was ok.” “Todd is a man of many talents” Simone giggles; walking into the kitchen behind Emmett with her plate. “Are you ready for the runway show tomorrow?” Emmett questions; putting their plates in the dishwasher. “Lester and I bought front row tickets. I have a date for the event.”

she called out but there was no reply, slowly she walked to the center of the room and found a dart board on the wall with pictures and notes spun there. There was a young picture of her aunt, she could recognize her aunt everywhere. She saw the arrows, some pointed at her aunt, and others at the half picture of a man. That’s when she realized it was one picture and maybe it was the one Lincoln told her about. “Why are you here?” a voice echoed from behind her, Emma turned and found Caleb there. She removed her aunt's picture from the dart and walked towards Caleb. “Why is my aunt implicated In your investigation?” she asked and he frowned before trying to sneeze the picture from her hands w

Emmett has this infectious laugh that could make a room full of people smile. Emmett had been my next-door neighbour since we were toddlers. Emmett is almost double the size of me in width and height, with dark skin, dark eyes and hair shaved into a buzz cut. Being a rugby player, his body was lean with muscle and the mere sight of him would scare any stranger, but his heart was gold. His mother, five sisters and himself were more of a family to me than my own family. Without them, I don't know where I would be today.

Perhaps he also had doubts about my paternity. My name is Mia Leon, daughter of Felix Leon, a man feared by many. He had gained the nickname "life snatcher" due to his lack of compassion and unwillingness to show any sort of weakness, even towards his own family. He had even killed his own uncle over a card game. As for me, I was always a burden to him. His only interests were drugs, money, women, and being the ruler of the cartel. My thoughts were broken when my friend Kara spoke.

The possibility of something being wrong pressed at me as I walked briskly down the corridor, heels clicking against the polished floor. When I reached his office, I knocked lightly, and his deep voice invited me in. “Ah Emma, take a seat.” Mr. Carter gestured to the chair opposite his large oak desk. I obeyed, settling into the seat and clasping my hands tightly in my lap. He leaned back in his chair, studying me for a moment before speaking, and the seriousness in his expression made my stomach twist. “I’ve just been informed that Sam Newman is here.” He said, his words dropping like a stone into the quiet room.