Hooked Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

Hunter frowned and almost hung up the phone. "I am at the First Star Club. Are you coming?" "No." Hunter responded expressionlessly. Just as he was about to hang up, he heard Pete's voice again. "Hunter, you know that Emily is back, right?" "How do you know?" "She is right in front of me!" Pete clicked his tongue and said, "Oh, and her new lover. Well, he is quite handsome."

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****

Irina HUNTER ALMOST SEEMED RELIEVED to be rid of Emily when I mentioned I wanted her to help me in the store permanently. I knew he wanted someone close to me at all times to protect me whenever he wasn’t around, and this was the best solution. We had a romantic dinner for two and after, he drove me out to the pack house where we told an elated Emily. She wasted no time in saying yes, and that was that. Emily was my new shop assistant, on top of being a secretary to the pack. I stayed with Hunter for the night and when we made love, it felt as if we were reconnecting again.

My suspicions about Smith Cole had never faded, I still had Bill investigating the case, but now Emily was somehow tied into all of this, I wonder how. Michael continued, “I don’t know what her connection is yet, but I will keep digging.” “Do that and keep an eye on Emily. I don’t trust her.” I nodded, folding my arms. Michael grinned. “Why wouldn't I?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I stood up. “I’ll be in touch.” As I left his office, my mind was spinning. Emily was connected to Smith Cole. The same Smith Cole I suspected of having his wife killed. This wasn’t a coincidence.

the operator finally answered. “This is Alexander Winchester,” I said quickly, my tone sharp. “My wife—Emely. She had a check-up scheduled today. I want to confirm if she came in.” It sounded professional, but every muscle in my body was tense. The operator typed rapidly—audible through the receiver. “Alright, Mr. Alexander. One moment…” I closed my eyes. “Yes, sir. Mrs. Emely did come in today.” “Did she come alone?” “I’m sorry, sir,” the operator said hesitantly, “but it appears Mrs. Emely… was not alone.”

She didn’t ask how I survived. Didn’t touch me. Didn’t look relieved to see me alive. She just walked beside me. But she wasn’t really with me anymore. And I could feel it. Every second of it. We were halfway through the cabin when a gunshot cracked through the air. Sharp. Precise. My instincts reacted instantly. I turned—too late. Declan Ricci stepped out from behind a steel support beam, with smoke still curling from his gun barrel. One clean shot. The bullet tore straight into Emily’s back.

Emily introduced herself with a smile “Yo-u are-e Emily Roger no Emily Lin ?.”The receptionist asked stuttering “Yes she is and also you shouldn't listen to that woman anymore . Do you live under a rock or something? Dan Roger has been sentenced to life imprisonment and Cheryl is currently a fugitive .” Matthew explained “ Am sorry , pls don't fire me .” The receptionist pleaded “I understand you're just doing your job. Let's go Matthew .” Emily said entering the elevator without interruption this time “ Emily , I wasn't able to track down the number so you will have to make the receptionist call Cherly again and I'll try again .” Matthew said

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

Detective Laura Hensley leaned back in her chair, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead in the stark interrogation room. Her pen tapped rhythmically against her notebook, a habit that surfaced when her gut told her something was off. Across the table, Emily Carter sat hunched, her hands trembling, her cheap mascara smudged from crying. Laura’s eyes narrowed, studying the young woman, barely twenty-five, yet her face carried the weight of someone twice her age. Emily’s past as a stripper, her marriage to a billionaire, and now the death of a teenage boy all screamed trouble. Laura didn’t trust her. Not one bit.

Michelle, with her meticulous nature during her time as my secretary, was the prime suspect. As I stared at the email address, a mixture of frustration and determination surged within me. It was clear that Michelle was intricately involved in this scheme, but I needed to gather more evidence before making any conclusions. With that in mind, I decided it was time to question her directly. I reached out to Carlton through our mental link to inform him of my plan. He confirmed that everyone was ready and waiting for me in the interrogation room. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for what lay ahead. Emily's safety hinged on finding the truth, and I was determined to uncover every detail, no m