Emmett Cullen Twilight Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Carter Corporation’s stocks had plummeted because of him. Mr. Carter Sr.’s call interrupted his thoughts. “I just received an invitation to the wedding of the global tycoon’s heir and the CEO of Keystone Group’s daughter. It’s being held in Haven State. “Tomorrow, you’ll hold an online press conference and announce that you’re here as my representative to attend this union—not to escape the scandal,” Mr. Carter Sr. instructed. Leo agreed half-heartedly. “Got it.” He was well aware of the tycoon’s heir—a 28-year-old aristocrat from Haven State, highly educated, and a standout among the world’s young elite.

The middle aged woman poured another liquid into the bowl that already had both Xander and Clara's blood in it and muttered a few words that Clara could not understand. Meanwhile, Skyler, Lucas, Drake had approached the back entrance of the pack house but to their utmost surprise, Emmet who they had not seen during the attack on the rogue's was now standing right in front of them, all dressed up, he wore a black suit and a black bow tie and what surprises them the most was the way he smelt, he wasn't having that disgusting smell of rotten meat and garbage.

A rusty four-pillar bed rested on the side and some antique decoration was scattered on the shelves. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll collect some firewoods, okay?" Charlie handed her the flashlight they used as a guide and took one from the inside. Sarah nodded and watched him step out to the cabin, her anticipation brewing like a storm. To take advantage of the isolation she just received, Sarah pulled out a single cigarette she hid from her brassiere, lit it up, and puffed a mouthful of smoke. An extraordinary refreshment filled her veins, the same addictive feeling she could never get tired of spoiling. As she sucked in for more, she let her feet drag her weight towards the bed.