Emmett Cullen Twilight Novels & Stories

he leaned in, resting his elbows on his thighs. I wanted to shift a little further but I had already reached the end of the bed. I might fall off and that wouldn't be a good thing right now. I know he knows how scared I was, I could see myself visibly shaking frantically. He picked up the vase he kept on my bed, peering Into it like he couldn't believe he came out from it. Or he doesn't know he did? “I'm Emmett, the last original wolf shifter. I'm more than you could ever think I am.

Emmett asked getting to his feet. "Nothing, what makes you think you can do anything. You caused all this" high Elder Tudor snapped. "I believe you and your packs lies have led Charlie to this. I don't care if there is nothing I can do. I just want to be there for her. Can you imagine how she will feel finding all this out?" Emmett snarled. "How overwhelming all this will be for her you old fool." He moved toward High Elder Tudor in anger. "She has no idea werewolves, witches, vampires and magical creatures exist outside of fairytales and now your going to dump all this on her" he snarled. Titan bubbled under his surface and I could see Emmett fighting to keep him under control

“She is a horrible individual.” Emmett chuckles a little and the atmosphere around us immediately lightens. I swear his smile could brighten the darkest of days. “I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to the Winter Solstice Ball tonight?” Emmett’s face blushes as he asks me out on what will be our first date. Sure, there have been stolen moments in the mansion while the two of us found a moment to be alone. But this, this is a real date. “I would love to,” I tell him with a huge smile spread across my face. “But I can’t seem to get this tie on straight.” Emmett’s stormy blue eyes flicker to black as his lycan pushes forward.

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...”

Luna Michelle was took tired that her sister decided to take her back to the palace, while Emma stood there with a painful look. She didn’t want to leave, then her instincts kicked in as she felt she was being watched. “Who is there?” she asked but there was no reply. “Hey…” Emma knew someone was hiding behind the tree, so she slowly approached it while keeping her guard when the person decided to reveal himself. It was Caleb, he didn’t want to be seen by others but he wanted to be there for the burial and pay his last respects to Alpha Lucas. “Caleb” Emma called in disbelief.

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

Ryder said as he intertwined his fingers with mine. " Dylan, Jacob, Patrick and I are close friends. Shawn is also one of us. At last, Emma's the only girl in our group." Is she his girlfriend? I mean...I know Ryder won't do girlfriend-boyfriend things. Urgh...I'm stupidly thinking without listening to him fully. " Who's Emma?" I interrupted. " She was Patrick's girlfriend. Once..." Ryder lost in his own thoughts and continued. ...... Ryder's POV:

It was just too intimate and I was feeling too emotionally raw. I pulled up all of the streaming services he subscribed to (all of them) and surfed through a thousand movies. Finally, I landed on Twilight.An evil smile pulled up the corners of my lips. I loved Edward Cullen. I queued it up. I was just getting settled on the sofa with a throw blanket I grabbed from the den when Javi showed up. He was only wearing black joggers, naked from the waist up, showcasing his washboard abs. “You know you can take a picture, right?” So, of course, he had to spoil the whole thing by opening that mouth of his.

I called, contemplating what to do about the stained bandage. The knock came again. I cursed under my breath. I am going to have to come back for it later. Before I could fully step out of the bathroom, the door creaked open. Emmett stood there. For a second, the room seemed to shrink around him — or maybe it was my heart that stuttered so violently it drowned everything else out. His tall frame filled the doorway, sunlight spilling across his shoulders, highlighting the faint scar on his jaw. His eyes — sharp, steady, and impossibly dark — locked on mine, and something inside me leapt.

The sun’s final glow spilled over the hills, lighting the terrace in soft amber, before twilight wrapped its arms around the valley. And as twilight kissed the valley, Emma and Killian knew—this wasn’t the end. This was everything they’d ever hoped for, finally at rest in one perfect view.