Emmett Cullen Novels & Stories

Ten A lot of the people I tutored were usually athletes. At the moment, I was sitting at a café, with one of the quarterbacks. A shadow fell over me. “Another conquest, Emmi?” I looked up and standing there was Nero. He was tall with jet black hair and had a scar over his eye. I sighed and glanced up at Carter, the blond football player I’d been helping. “Hey, how about I call you later and we can try this again?” I said.

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

I said, reading his expression before he even had to answer. "No Corrie, Kennedy is definitely a low life, sleazy bastard but his alibi has been checked out. Besides Charlton was shot. If he wanted to get any one of us, it would have been me. Not Charlton." Emmette smiled bitterly, pressing his thumb down the wetness of my cheek and then pushing past the wet strands behind my ear.

I mutter, pressing the volume up button. The news anchor’s voice fills the room. “Breaking news: Emmett Harrington, heir to the Harrington empire, has officially taken over as CEO of Harrington Industries. Known publicly as Emmett Brown, he’s worked undercover for the past year at Scott Galleries to gain insights for a major project he’s been developing. Sources confirm his plans to take the Harrington empire to the next level, with a focus on modern art. He credits his experience at Scott Galleries as a key influence in shaping his vision moving forward. The galleries have seen a spike in attention, with #ScottGalleries trending on social media...”

I snorted. Chuck snickered while John rolled his eyes. “So why did you call us in here?” John questioned. “David picked up Aurelia. But not before someone else saw her,” I sighed. “Who? She’s okay since you said David picked her up,” John asked, folding arms. “Colby Delaney. He was driving in that direction leaving Mount Hood. Aurelia texted me that some strange werewolf was trying to pick her up and sent his picture. I only knew it was him because of the motorcycle,” I sighed.

He didn't look Canadian to me, more like an Italian. Snapping out of my daze, I walk towards a sofa and settle down. " Very well, Emilia, I'm sure you're familiar with the name -- Kings Corp." Uncle Aaron states while looking at the men with a proud look plastered on his face. Of course I'm familiar with Kings Corp, everyone in the country and beyond knew who they were. The most powerful family in the whole of Canada, also the richest. Their son, Liam Kings was always in the front page for his achievements in the company and of course, for his eligibility in the world of bachelors. He was always number one on the tabloids and his beauty was not to be questioned. What many people wondered was

Colt says while holding my watery gaze. His hand squeezes my foot, and we fall silent as we both turn our attention to the now drowsy boy on my arms. "Hey kiddos, I just met the newest Wilson," Mr. Rick says as he walks into the room with a happy smile on his face. "Really? That's my next stop. What did they have," Colt asks with nothing but excitement in his voice. "It's another Wilson boy. Little Emma is still our only girl...Curt was a little sad but quickly got over it. They named him Brody lee Wilson," Mr. Rick announces, and Colt jumps up to hug his grandfather.