Hooked Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

Kimberly barely even retaliated or she would be in much worse trouble. After waiting for a few minutes, the door to the room finally opened and an officer led Emily in. She was still handcuffed, but luckily for her, they freed her of the handcuffs before leaving. I appraised her form. “You have gotten thinner.” Emily had always been obsessed with maintaining a thin form, going on several diets as many times as she could to make sure she stayed fit. “The food is ass in here.” She scoffed and sat down in front of me with a table diving us.

I watched her write: Plan 17 – Honey Trap with Evidence. I sat down beside her, feeling excited. “What’s the guy’s name?” I asked. “His name is Emile,” she said. “He’s very smooth. He’s done this before.” “Before?” I blinked. “You’ve done this before?” She laughed and nodded. “Once. Long ago. Worked like magic.” I shook my head and smiled. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.” “You’re safe,” she said with a wink. “For now.”

I noticed that he looked much healthier than he had earlier, but the thick bandages across his chest remained a stark reminder of his injuries. When he saw me, his formerly serious gaze softened at once. He reached out, patting the vacant space next to him on the bed. "Have a seat." I handed him the transcripts and realized that Chris had previously harbored suspicions regarding the circumstances of Mike's demise. I had caught Emily sending clandestine messages to someone at the border after my marriage to Chris, her panicked tone completely at odds with her role as a grieving widow. I had used that lead to get clearance from my superiors to go undercover and use my position as Chris' mate t

The person was wearing a dirty, oversized black hoodie, the deep hood pulled far forward to completely obscure their face in the gloom. "Who are you?" Emily asked sharply, her journalistic instincts instantly overriding her fear as she took a defensive step back. "If you're a beggar, I don't have any cash on me." The figure raised a slender hand, slowly grasping the edge of the dark fabric and pulling the hood back. In the dim light of the overhead streetlamp, Maya Sterling’s face appeared. She looked thin, pale, and completely unhinged, a manic, terrifying grin stretching across her chapped lips. Her wild, bloodshot eyes fixed onto Emily’s face like a predator locking onto its prey.

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

I said a good second before I hung up the call, then proceeded to put on some good clothes. Less than fifteen minutes later, I landed on the first floor with my car keys in my hand and Laylah walking beside me, fully clad in her own armor and ready to bust asses open. “Let me guess, The Eagle requires your attention,” Emily called out as she appeared from behind the corner, holding yet another full glass of alcohol. As for how she was still able to walk on both legs without planting herself face first was a mystery. The bitch drank like a fish. “I do hate it that you got big brains.” I squinted my eyes at her, and she laughed before waving me off with a smooth motion of her hand.

Brian was trying to talk, but the chief interrupted him. I don't need you to think I need you to talk, okay? Yes sir. If all this is rounding up on Emily, it is obvious she is leading them, and if I am right, she sure had something to do with Nathan. I just can't lay my hands on what it is; they sure keep themselves clean. And to make things more complicated, none of them has a criminal record. Great, I need more information, but first we need to find Emily and see what we can get from her. Jeo, you said you caught her on camera across the border.

But another part, the part that was now in pieces, knew that his death was a dangerous loose end, one that could tie Miriam and, by extension, Ethan, to something far uglier than I could imagine because Miriam has seen the horrific scene and she might tried to know why. Emily's voice was a quiet whisper that pulled me from my thoughts. "I don't know," she said, her eyes wide with genuine confusion. "That's what's so strange about it. Miriam is so... perfect. She's the rich and beautiful princess of her family. She's supposed to be at galas and charity events, not on some dark street corner where a cop's private investigator is being shot dead." I almost choked on my coffee. The image of Miri

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.”

“About the trial Emily.. I wish I could’ve come… but that was right after classes started and I would’ve missed them all for weeks. It was hard for me to get in there so late and I worried they’d kick me out if I just never came….” But Emily stopped her. “June of course you couldn’t miss classes especially when you just started… and for that long. Don’t think another thing about it.” June smiled at her then. Emily told June everything about what was going on in the eastern region with the rogue pack. Then she told her everything that happened when they caught Raleigh outside pack lines talking to rogues. Juniper was shocked to say the least. She then told Emily she would do a little digging