Emmett Cullen Novels & Stories

Before his father could question the Head Consul Clare suddenly asked. "Here." Then the screen displayed several photographs. One was a picture of a pair of wings and a dungeon. The other one was two letters. An inverted B and W. Next to the two letters were D and C. The last one was a crumpled paper of the 4 C's. "I still didn't know what the photographs meant but one thing I noticed was the letters. The W.D.C." "Washington D.C." Jones immediately said as if he just solved the two photographs.

Giulio stood up from his seat and looked Emmett in the eye before walking away and Emmett smirked before settling down in front of his self-acclaimed in-law. "What games are you playing, young man? Why would you call me your father-in-law?" Marco asked, his eyes sparking with interest. "I'm playing no games, father-in-law. It's called shooting your shot and I'm doing just that. I'll be straightforward with you, I promise." Emmett repeated, the mischievous glint in his eyes still intact. "Emmett Creed, are you telling me you have interest in my daughter?" Marco asked, and Emmett picked the whiskey he stopped him from drinking earlier and downed the entire liquid content. Marco frowned.

I tell him. Emmett is smart, too smart for his own good. After he graduated at the top of his class he decided to hack into the department of homeland security and he did it but they were able to track him down. Luckily for him, he was able to make a deal with them, he'd go free, no records or anything as long as he stopped hacking, even the littlest things like hacking into the DMV, if he was caught he would be thrown in prison but he has to help them every once in a while, so he was like a contract worker for the government.

The middle aged woman poured another liquid into the bowl that already had both Xander and Clara's blood in it and muttered a few words that Clara could not understand. Meanwhile, Skyler, Lucas, Drake had approached the back entrance of the pack house but to their utmost surprise, Emmet who they had not seen during the attack on the rogue's was now standing right in front of them, all dressed up, he wore a black suit and a black bow tie and what surprises them the most was the way he smelt, he wasn't having that disgusting smell of rotten meat and garbage.

I find my Beta Emett in the dungeons slicing up and guard who had ass raped Emmett. When Emmett sees me he drops the knife, washes his hands, and then walks towards me with a very satisfied look on his face. Emmett is my best friend and my cousin. We grew up together, we were slaves together, we escaped together, and we took back what was ours together.

His eyes nor his face never once conveyed any emotion. I felt as though I was on display, as if he were looking for the perfect cattle to slaughter. I could feel my face heat up and I cursed silently as I knew my entire face and neck were most likely tomato colored. "What is your name?" Alpha Killian asked in his deep voice, each word enunciated clearly. The lack of emotion in his voice only fueled my fear.

He nods, “There's something I've been meaning to tell you,” ‘What's wrong?” I bent my neck to the side, “I,...” “Rose,” My Dad called, from behind. He, Miss B and Morris headed back to the human world. Leaving me with Emmett to come when we'd feel like. He held out his phone, walking towards me. The picture on the screen was a rough sketch of Emmett. “Your dear friend has been declared wanted for escaping from the NYC police custody and for the sudden murder of a prominent young man named Gibson,”

Sammy asked in a worried tone? "Mafia? What mafia?" Kim asked in surprise. She didn't remember offending anyone let alone the mafia. “Elyes Cullen. The mafia lord of our city. He was the one who was looking for you," Macy said. “Elyes Cullen? As in the Cullen Enterprise? Imperial Hotels? That Elyes?” Kim asked as everything fell in place. "Yeah. How did you meet him? What did you do?" Sammy asked but by then, Kim's brain had shut down.

Here, everything was bright, exposed, yet strangely concealed. I walked further into the ballroom, my heels clicking softly. My eyes scanned the faces, searching for Emmet. I spotted him quickly, in his twenties, dark hair, dressed in a sharp, modern suit, standing with a group of older men. He looked ambitious, eager. A knot formed in my stomach. This was it. My first task for Caden. I took a deep breath, pasted on a soft, polite smile, and began to move through the crowd, like a moth drawn to a dangerous, glittering flame.

They looked at each other. “You protected her from Ryan,” Emett continued, “that’s something that I didn’t do.” Emett stuck out his hand and Justin shook it. Then they were back to work. What did Emett mean when he said that was something that he didn’t do? What was his story? ~KAHLAN AND CARLY~