Emmett Cullen Novels & Stories

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

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.

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.

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

I’m not sure if the heat that stokes me is coming from him, or whether it’s burning inside me, but my breathing is fast and my cheeks flame. I’m angry. So angry. There is a wilder emotion inside me too. And it wants release. His eyes narrow. “Take. It. Off.” He has a wolf inside him. And it want to provoke it. “No,” I say. He crashes to his knees and cries out. The unlit candle sitting on his small table falls onto its side, and the floorboards splinter beneath the strain of catching him. “Ethan!” He grabs his shoulder. “Fuck.”

================================ EMMETT ALBREICHT. Emmett picked up his fiancée, Amanda, from her office because they are going to attend his mother's birthday party, back at their hometown, which is in Walnut Creek. It's going to be a four-hour-drive from the big city, so that's why they need to be early to avoid the evening rush traffic. Four hours passes by quickly, and now they are making their way inside the Albreicht family huge estate... After a few minutes, Emmett finally parked his car and steps out from the vehicle. He went towards the passenger's seat side and opened the door for Amanda.