Emmett Twilight Novels & Stories

Emma whistles and Emily blushes crimson red, walking towards us. “Do you think Ethan will finally notice me today?” Emily asks me softly, her eyes particularly focused on me, Emily has this huge crush on Ethan, Emma’s twin brother since we were kids but she can’t muster up the courage to tell him, and Ethan is always with different women every day, today his date is someone named Kayla, who has five million followers on i*******m.

"Emmett, go wait outside the pits. I want you to be the first person Lilith sees when she gets out of there. Then take her back to your place and get her settled in. You can do whatever you want with her, torture-wise. But you're not allowed to kill her. Understood?" Emmett nodded, slipping his hands into his pocket. His blonde hair fell over his eyes from the movement. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms. He's always appeared to be the most relaxed out of all of us, but behind those blue eyes and calm demeanour is a monster just like the rest of us. It's his easy smile and his steel blue eyes that make him a dangerous predator.

They are led to the throne room where the queen of the witches sits. A woman steps forward and approaches the group. “Hello Rex, welcome back and who are they? So I can introduce them to the queen? " asks the woman. “I am Hector. Nice to meet you,” says Hector. “I am Ash. Lovely to meet you,.” says Ash. “I am Ruby, beautiful dress, .” says Ruby. The woman smiles and steps back. “My queen: Rex, Hector, Ash and Ruby from Ember City,” says the woman. The queen motions them forward. Hector and Rex come forward. Ash and Ruby stay back a few feet. All bow lightly out of respect for the queen.

Then emerged from behind the dark curtains. “Emerett!” I exclaimed in surprise. This was the fifth best warrior of Shadow Ace, Emerett. What was he doing here? Emerett smirked and kicked the television set as he walked towards me. “You've become rusty,” He scoffed, the distaste in his eyes obvious. Emerett was white skinned with black short hair, brown eyes and thin lips. He had muscles which he never failed to show off. “Why did you try to kill me just now? W-why are you even here? Shouldn't you be training in London?!!”

My mind flashed back. “Wow Kay. You look great!” Emett said, holding blue and green carnations up to me. He was dressed in a tux, looking amazing. I reached out and grabbed the flowers from him, wearing a dark blue strapless dress. “Thank you Emett.” “I’m glad you decided to come with me,” he said, “I promise you we’re going to have so much fun.” I smiled. “I hold it to you sexy.” He grinned.

He leaned back into his swivel chair and regarded the hooded figure with those full grey eyes — pale and luminous, catching the candlelight like twin moons suspended in the dark. "Promised I'd get answers before seeing you," the figure returned, his voice a low baritone. "And I did." "And skipped last night's supper doing it?" Jebediah's tone carried easy amusement. "You work way too hard, Emmett. Ease off before you work yourself into an early grave." Emmett pulled back his hood, revealing a face carved by discipline. He navigated the darkness without hesitation, the way wolves always did, and settled into a chair beyond the candle's reach, his posture relaxed but precise.

However, before she could utter a word, Tyler’s arrogant voice drifted over, dripping with superiority. “So what if you do? By the time we’re in court, everyone will already believe you’re a fraud. Who’s going to listen to a word you say?!” He sauntered over, dressed head to toe in designer brands like a nouveau riche caricature, with a small box dangling from his hand. As he caught sight of my restrained figure, he let the box slip from his fingers. It clattered to the floor along with a jade bracelet that fell out of it. The bracelet shattered into several pieces.

“…It’s morning already, huh…” ... Back at the Sawyer residence. “You said you’d help me, didn’t you?! Why the hell are people seizing my assets now?!” Emmet sat in the dark, the air choked with cigarette smoke. His expression was cold, and his voice was grim. “Ahhh, Mr. Sawyer, I feel bad too, I really do! I tried—but whatever’s coming from the top is just too damn strong. Listen, I’ll make it up to you, okay? I’ll toss in another five hundred million.”

The red car was gone, driven away by Leo. “Miss,” a voice called from behind her. Tara froze, her heart skipping a beat. The voice sounded familiar. She turned and saw a man with sandy blond hair and sharp features, clearly of mixed heritage. He looked to be in his thirties, with deep-set eyes and a prominent nose. His appearance was decent enough, but his gaze carried an unsettling mix of slyness and malice that made her uncomfortable. He extended his hand. “I'm Wesley Lima from Genovia.”

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.