Emmett Cullen Novels & Stories

Emma. Fuck!

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.

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

There doesn’t seem to be any other way to fit into this elaborate social circle. Something resting beneath where the brochure just was catches my eye. It’s a strip of photos from the booth at the mall, featuring Malcolm making a series of funny faces. He must be a few years younger in them. But then I notice the face next to his in the photos that causes my hand to shoot out and snatch the strip up to take a closer look. “What the fuck,” I whisper, thumbing over the second figure in the photos. “Is this Emmett!?” “Yeah. That feels like ages ago,”

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

Emmet wobbled out, trying to maintain the calm smile on his face. "Yes," Red_Two maintained without an ounce of hesitation. Red_Two shouldn't have placed so much trust in him. He may have played himself on this one, appearing too friendly and some kind of all-around, can-do-anything superhero. Emmet wracked his name for names associated with the colour red. Crimson was too obvious and showy for somebody he was aiming to hide. Rory maybe would work, but Emmet wasn't particularly confident in the name, remembering the sci-fi TV shows he used to watch, and how on the nose the name would be in this situation.

Monsell was dead and different from the man in front of her. "Two days ago." Adrian responded. "It was hard confusing father." "She looks even better in person." The man teased. Adrian turned to look at Luna. "Mooncat, this is Emmett, my cousin. You haven't met him, he came back two weeks ago. Emmett, Luna, my mate." Emmett took Luna's hand and she felt a shiver move through her spine. He kissed the back of her hand with a huge smile on his face.

Third Person POV "Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.

86 meters tall, quickly approaching and bending down beside her. "Lena, how did you end up in such a chaotic situation? Is it once again for Hayden?" Emmett had just returned to Westfell tonight, without adjusting to the time difference. With one hand in his pocket, he appeared very casual. Lena took two steps back and asked, "May I know who you are?" Emmett's eyebrows raised, and the smile in his eyes turned cold, "What kind of trick are you playing again?" As soon as he spoke, Hunter shouted.