Emmett Cullen Novels & Stories

Emmett explained. Things might have been better if he had not explained. Quinn lost her temper the moment he told her his name. She had heard of the two Cooper sons from Bianca. Both of them were terrible people who only wanted Bianca's pure body as their human furnace. Quinn was furious that they even dared to show up there. "So, you're Emmett Cooper from the Coopers?" Quinn confirmed once more. "Yes, I am. Have you heard of me, miss?" "Not only have I heard of you, I can't believe you dare show your face here. Die!" Quinn attacked immediately after confirming his identity.

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.

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.

he replied, his dick throbbing non-stop, Emma hummed and slept off whilst resting her head on Cillian's ripped hard chest. Cillian being so frustrated, annoyed and aroused that night, could not rest nor sleep so he stood up and took his computer to check out some things, but once he started, he remembered the silent relationship between him and his friends concerning Emma, the assassin and the task, he sighed, switched off the laptop, wore his boxer, took a shirt handing it on his shoulder and headed out, entering his black nameless special car that was made personally for him, he headed to one of his buildings that he gifted to Kane.

unofficial reason: watching bretta fight with maternity dresses and mama] Tessa jumps in immediately. TESSA: [please send photos] TESSA: [i need visual entertainment] TESSA: [my life is just work, instant noodles, and true crime. you are the healthiest drama i have] “Healthy,” I mutter. “Sure.” Emmett finally shows up, three little bubbles appearing, disappearing, then popping up again like he’s typing while walking. EM: [you didn’t answer the main question] EM: [are things safe?]

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Carter: I found Ethan near the back garden, leaning against the railing with that same infuriating calm he always wore like armor. A mug of coffee in one hand, his other tapping idly against the wood. I didn’t bother with greetings. It was not like he needed any anyway, but the man needed someone to discipline him, to remind him of what is real.