روايات وقصص ضمن Emmett Cullen

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.

"Oh, by the way, Callum’s looking for you. He's been digging around, trying to find your whereabouts. "He’s been acting extremely volatile—drinking heavily every day and getting violent with anyone who tries to talk sense into him." My hand stopped mid-sketch. "You're not speaking on his behalf, are you?" "Of course not!" Emmet quickly assured me. "I saw how much you suffered because of him. Besides, my girlfriend admires you so much—she's already dreaming about the wedding dress you'll design for us. How could I possibly stand up for him?" That cold night when I collapsed from a fever on the mountainside, if Emmet and his girlfriend hadn’t happened to find me on their way down, I might have

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.

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."

Cornelius stopped me. “Why didn’t you come to me then?” I shook my head. “I thought about it, but I never wanted to put you and your family in danger.” He seemed satisfied with that answer so I continued. “I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.”

Kallum's jaw twitched. "Emmett. That's his name." Pulling out a big loose black shirt and panty briefs, I let the towel drop, reveling in the sharp intake of breath coming from them. I could feel their eyes trace over my figure and their possessive instincts stirring. "He's a good man," I said, trying to choose my words carefully. "Emmett is a vampire, and I met him at the bar last night."

“I can feel it when a woman watches me as I walk away. Trust me, you ain’t ever checked out my ass.” “Walk away then, Colt, and maybe I’ll surprise you,” Emerson said. Colt grinned, stuck his fingers through the loops of his jeans, and strutted away from them. Emerson stared hard at his ass, and Colt laughed. “I felt that, Emma!” She laughed, and turned to look at Eden. “There’s something really wrong with your brother.” “We call it the Colt Syndrome,” Eden said. “Come on, my office is warmer.” Emerson followed Eden back to her office, and switched the kettle on. She prepared two cups, and sat down in her chair. Emerson looked around, and fixed her gaze on Eden.

I looked up and recognized him from one of the photos that Vincent made me study, Emmet, Emmet Stanford, his friend who works at the bank during the day and then owns a bar at night. As much as I hate what Vincent did tonight, I still need to deliver my end of the bargain. I sat up straight and gave him one of my practiced smiles as I replied, “We are schoolmates.” They look at me waiting for me to say more but if there’s one thing I learned about my training is that less is more. “That’s it?” The blonde gut on Emmet’s left asked. Garrett. Garrett Winston, the heir of the famous Winston Hotels. His father owns this very hotel. And just like Emmet, he also has his own business, and that’s a s

He hadn’t been happy with her for still refusing to speak to Mikail. One beautiful day in early spring, Emmett received a letter from his father that was put into Mikail’s mail so he could personally deliver it. He was thoroughly unprepared for the scene that greeted him upon entering Emmett’s tent. Arden’s bodice was on the ground, Emmett’s shirt underneath it, and Emmett had his hands and mouth in places that no decent lady would have allowed them.