Novel & Cerita Hooked By Emily Mcintire

I felt a shiver down my spine, as my instinct pushed me to follow the path. I kept walking, and walking until I finally saw something like a light and heard voices nearby. I approached the fire and came to a clearing, and there were men, huge men surrounding a fire. These men didn’t look friendly, so I hid behind a tree to watch them. They were cheering about something, drinking and a few of them were dancing in the circle. Then I shifted my gaze and gasped. “Emily?” I whispered in shock. She was kneeling between two other men, her hands tied behind her back. She was just wearing black underwear and her body was covered in bloody marks of something that looked like bites.

In one smooth motion, he yanks my shorts and panties back up, fixes my shirt, then hauls me upright so fast the room spins. He stands, adjusts himself roughly in his jeans—still painfully hard—and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I’m trembling, my legs are jelly and between my thighs I’m throbbing, soaked, so close it hurts. The door swings open. Emily bursts in first, plastic grocery bag swinging. “We got the milk! And Ethan found these little cookies I like—” She stops. Blinks at us. Damien is leaning casually against the wall now, arms crossed, expression blank.

the words caught me off guard and I snapped my head to look at Emily. “That’s impossible. She was with me all night. She was fine earlier!” I yelled. “Did somebody check her drinks or her food?” I shook my head. “We had every employee checked out. There’s no way…” my words trailed off. I couldn’t lose her. I grabbed her hand in mine and squeezed. Sam reappeared from the hallway with a brown leather bag. “Here!” Emily threw a small baggie containing a few needles in it to Collin. “Put this in the ice. For two minutes. It’s all it needs. I have to get this in her system within the next 5.”

"And I'm going to get to the issue in a moment. But first I must swear you to secrecy once again, and you have to promise that you won't reveal to Pam what we're about to discuss." Mike shook hands with Byron and sat down in a soft leather armchair. "What is going on here?" he asked, "Have you guys joined some kind of cult?" "First you have to promise," Emily insisted. "Okay, I promise. Sheesh." "Would you like some coffee? Tea?" Emily asked. "Just tell me what you're up to," Mike said, getting impatient. Emily took a deep breath. "This is an intervention." "What? I'm not on drugs," Mike objected, "I never do drugs. They interfere with my thinking process."

**** Alyssa **** When the Uber pulls up in front of the club, I’m surprised to see the line of about a dozen people and more surprised when Emily confidently walks right past it. Leaning up on her tippy toes, she grabs the bouncer’s tie, pulling his ear to her mouth. Whatever she says, does the trick as he smiles, unclips the obnoxious red velvet rope, and waves us through the doors behind him. I’m not sure I want to know what the spicy little vampire just promised him.

Unlike the inebriated woman who had confronted him earlier in the night at a nearby bar and kissed him, she was not in the same place as him. Until Emily's hand was eventually removed from her palm, the entire unit was filled with a deafening cacophony of screaming. Jonathan lets out a desperation-filled scream that pierces the air. "Heads! That it was going to happen was a sneaky suspicion in my mind." Emily attempted to grab a knife despite the fact that she had been warned not to do so. No one said anything as she walked by unnoticed in the unit. Then, when Emily returned, Jonathan was on the verge of going with his spirit still imprisoned within his body when he became aware of what Emil

She explained. “Can I see her?” She nodded. “Yes.” We got to a room, it was locked. Gina knocked but there was no response. She offered a knock, yet the same. “Stephanie, you have a visitor. His name is Detective Kent, a very good friend of Emily.” “Where was he whenbAunt Emi was kidnapped?” Her soft voice sounded. “No one is Aunt Emi’s friend. I want to be left alone.” “Stephanie, I understand your pain–”

“You’re mine” Damian’s words keeps reply in my head. Damian has given me more than he’ll ever know. He’s shown me how beautiful sex can be when it’s with the right person. Tonight I’m not a hooker—I’m just plain old Emily, a woman. What a wonderful feeling that is.

Chapter 6 “So... you’re telling me,” Emily says slowly, her fork frozen mid-air, “that you hooked up with Axton freaking Rowe?” I blink. “Who?” Callie actually chokes on her mimosa. “You don’t know who Axton Rowe is?” “No? Should I?”