Hooked By Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

We drove back to Ironblood with the folder on the back seat and the afternoon light going gold across the hills and the bond warm between us in the specific way it had been for over a year. "Is this the last piece?" I asked. Not from impatience. Genuinely — was there something after Aldric? Emily was quiet for a moment. Her wolf was reading something. I could feel it through the bond — the specific quality of her wolf's attention when she was attending to the territory rather than to the immediate moment.

Emily crawled across the carpet—phone clutched in one hand, remote in the other. She reached the en-suite bathroom. Locked the door. Wedged a towel under it. Then she sat in the tub—curled around her stomach—phone on speaker. “I love you,” she whispered again. Alexander’s reply was fierce. “I’m almost there. I’m coming for you.” Outside the bedroom, glass shattered. Mark had broken in. Emily closed her eyes. Pressed her hand harder to her stomach. And waited—for rescue. For revenge. For the sound of Alexander’s voice calling her name one more time.

It has just started about four months ago, but I know with Jules Carson running it, it is for sure to become successful in no time. "Who is that?" I mouth to her, and she holds a finger up, indicating for me to wait. After some time, she hangs up. "Okay, you will never guess who that was." She doesn't let me answer. "It was the freaking boss of Capone Industries." She stared at me expectedly, but I had no clue know who that was. "And who is that again?"

With no evidence that she didn't murder her aunty, no eyewitness, no one to clear her name, Emily end up in prison. ****End of flashback****

Searching for soil, for purpose. I’m hungry to save you, the gesture implied. Don’t fear me. I’m not the intruder here. You are. And that place there, that place is the trap. With the same finality, the same pity, which Emily lent the rat (a thunk to the head with one of her wooden spoons to finish what baited cheese and spring-loaded barbs had not), she continued up the steps. “I have to go.” “Then you’re doomed.” “Yep, honey, I know that, too.”

I loved teasing her. She told me that she was going for honeymoon. Her eyes were moist with emotions. I am glad that she found her love. Even she teased me about Rohit. And told me how he was trying to get information about me from her. Rohit was a nice person, easy to talk to. I know that maybe he likes me, I liked him too... but I don't trust him or anyone for that matter. I can't help it.. I tried to sleep but couldn't sleep a wink. Some old wounds on my soul started giving trouble to me. I kept thinking about an incident that happened almost 6 year ago, which changed me forever...

Lena crawled the rest of the way while the Hook Man slowly approached, raising his hook. Dawn struggled with Tyler, the young man wrapping her hands around her throat, cutting off her air supply. Lena finally managed reach the hole, sticking her hand into it. Her eyes flared blue once more and she said the word to set the remains alight just as the Hook Man brought his hook down on her.

I didn't want to speak to his automated voice, I wanted to speak to him personally. My heart lurched as I remembered how Mia had called a few minutes ago, crying hysterically. I could hardly hear what she said. I had to cut the call and call her back, but she hadn't picked. I had called a second time but the call had gone unanswered. On the third call, Abigail picked and told me exactly what happened. I had been in a meeting with Mr. Hendricks and the rest of the DEA, but I had to leave pleading an emergency. Luckily, I was confident that Simon and the rest of my team would be able to handle everything while I rushed back to the house.

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.