Hooked By Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

he said before he hung up the phone. "Emily, Emily" I called "In here, in the Kitchen" she answered she then handed me the needle looking thing and then rolled up her sleeve "its going to hurt ok" I said to her "its ok I can handle it" she said before I gave her the injection. 30 MINUTES LATER

As I walked into the house with Emily's belongings, Emily looked up from the couch, where she was on phone call She was talking to her manager, canceling her shoots and telling them she would resume work after her recovery. I smiled, feeling a sense of relief that she was taking care of herself. Titan wagged his tail and nuzzled my leg, and I reached down to pet him. As Emily finished her call, she looked up and caught my eye. "Hey," she said, smiling weakly. “what took so long?" she asked, looking at the bags in my hands. "I thought you'd be back sooner." Sarah opened her mouth to respond, but I shook my head subtly, and she closed it. I didn't want Emily to know about the interrogation jus

Hunter’s POV She was dirty, smelly, and so beautiful. Mine. Finally, something only mine. I was sick and tired of the endless parade of women, whether she-wolf or human, that kept coming to my bed. They were always there, looking for comfort, for something from me, but it never felt right. It was just bodies, hunger, and routine. I had only one child, a girl, and even with her, something felt missing. No one cared about connection, just survival and need. But with Emily, something shifted. She felt different from everyone else, untamed, mysterious; nothing about her seemed forced or desperate; she wasn’t here for what she could get. She was just herself. For the first time in a long while, I

I took a chance in those desperate milliseconds before Emily's heart stopped altogether and she released her last breath. I lifted her in my arms and brought her up to my chest, extending my canines and sinking them into her marking spot. Could this insignificant deed save Emily? ****

And while Emily hadn't ever fished before she met me, I had taken her stream fishing a number of times before this, and she seemed to really enjoy it. It didn't take long to get some action. On my third cast I felt a tug and, a second later, the fish was already taking line. Emily heard it and immediately began reeling in her own line so as not to get them tangled. I knew by the way it was taking line that I'd hooked something of pretty decent size. Not wanting to lose it, I waded further downstream and continued to let it tire itself out. The women downriver from us must have noticed the commotion because before long I heard footsteps approaching on the rocky bank behind me and heard one of

He finished speaking and then hung up directly. Emma looked ahead, a hint of irony in her eyes. Long ago, she took a deep breath and was about to drive away when someone knocked on her car window. She turned her head and saw that Emmett was Emmett again. The car window slowly rolled down. She didn't look at him, but looked ahead. "Did Mr. Wright have anything else?" Emmett leaned against the window sill with both hands and beckoned to her with a finger. She leaned forward slightly, then he pressed down on the back of her head, and he bit her neck hard.

I was grateful for the distraction from the weight of Alistair’s crimes, my father’s death, and Emerson’s vengeance. But despite the glossy gossip parade on the screen, my mind kept wandering back to those heavier thoughts. Alistair’s arrogant denial. My father’s final moments. Emerson’s relentless war. Then, the mention of a name pulled me sharply back to reality. “Emerson Williams,” the anchor chirped, her tone laced with intrigue. My head snapped toward the screen as my pulse quickened. The screen now displayed a series of blurry, grainy images of a couple walking together, their faces partially obscured.

Thus, Emily felt confident in entrusting Daisy's safety to her care. While Emily settled on the couch, her eyes were fixed on a show playing on the television, yet her mind wandered back to the events of the previous day at the hospital. She felt a familiar flutter of emotions within her as she recalled the man she had met there. She was even more puzzled by his claim that he had no memory of Hayley. The thought of his lost memories made her curious and perplexed. Just as she was lost in thoughts, a loud ring pierced the serene atmosphere, jolting Emily back to reality. She turned her attention to her phone, which displayed Hayley’s name as it continued to ring. Relief surged within her.

He strolled to the bar, grabbed a bottle of dark beer for himself, and handed a bottled cocktail to Emily, saying, "Pleasure working with you." His voice had a teasing lilt as if it carried a tiny hook. When Emily touched his hand while receiving the drink, her heart skipped as if snagged by that hook, reacting intensely. Her mind was suddenly filled with the image of Murray leaning over to play, his sweatshirt's V-neck revealing his chiseled torso and a certain intriguing outline in his sweatpants. "Why are you blushing?" Ronald Richardson's voice intrusively broke into her thoughts. "It's none of your business!" Emily snapped, thinking her thoughts had been seen through.

She cried, tears pouring down her face as she ran out to find the resort security. ***BACK TO THE PRESENT*** After getting the security to call an ambulance for Kyle, Emily called Lloyd and Nancy several times but none of them were picking their calls. How could they? They were slapping flesh together and getting orgasms. It was then she decided to make the long walk to where they were, despite her own state. It was like the sight of seeing Kyle in his own pool of blood, risking his life to save her, completely snapped her out of the drug’s effect.