Hooked Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

The world had changed a lot in three years, and competition was fiercer than ever. Not wanting Emma to face disappointment, Justin quietly resolved to ensure the interview process would be rigged in her favor. * Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Emily returned from the hospital and began packing her clothes, preparing for a trip to a neighboring city. As she tidied up the sofa, something caught her eye. It was a small men’s tie clip lying in the crevice of the cushions. It must have fallen there the night Justin had been in her room. He had likely removed his bowtie and set it aside, leaving the clip behind.

Emily gazed around the unhappy surroundings, her eyes resting on her son, who sat beside her on the bench, completely engrossed in playing with the Spiderman figurines Robert had given him. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she watched him, so oblivious to the darkness that had fallen upon their pack. Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew the phone and wanted poster she'd borrowed from the daycare. Emily’s own face stared back at her, a stupid reminder that she was now a wanted criminal in her pack. Fingers trembling slightly, she dialed the Packhouse landline number printed at the bottom, her heart pounding against her ribs like a hammer as the line rang. On the second ring, a fami

The timestamp showed it was two days ago, late at night when everyone should have been sleeping. "There," Daniel said, pointing at the screen. "Emily went into the medical room." Xavier leaned forward, his expression darkening. "Play it again." We watched as Emily entered the room carrying a small bag. She was inside for nearly ten minutes before emerging empty-handed, looking satisfied and pleased with herself. "This proves she had an opportunity," Daniel said. "We need to confront her immediately." But as Xavier reached for his phone, the office door burst open. Emily herself swept in, her golden hair perfectly styled despite the late hour, wearing a silk robe that made her look like some

“Did you doubt me?” “I didn’t doubt your ability to make demands. But I need to see her.” She knew the rules. Proof of life first. “Show me Delaney.” He chuckled, then pulled out a smartphone. He didn’t offer it, just angled the screen toward her. A live video feed. Her breath hitched. Delaney was there, in the back seat of a car, head lolling slightly against the headrest, eyes closed. She looked… peaceful. Almost peaceful. Asleep, maybe. Not tied, not gagged.

Patting the assailant down to make sure he had no weapons on him or had stolen anything, one of the security men pulled something from the man’s left trouser pocket: a small bag of white powder. Not only had he tried to hurt Emily, but this guy was clearly on drugs, too. I didn’t dare to think what might have happened if I hadn’t got there in time. I AM going to kill him, the anger filling my face again, and even in that moment, realized how much this shocked me; why did I care? “Emily?” When did she disappear? I checked the party and noticed she had returned to her colleagues. She was gulping back another glass of champagne and had returned to full celebration mode.

After 10 minutes, Jane came knocking on the door. "Knock, knock, knock," echoed through the room. Loretta opened the door and greeted Jane, who entered and took a seat on the couch. Emily, stepping out from her room with a folder of documents, approached Jane and settled beside her. "I wrote down some notes from my visit to Oakheart Brewery," Emily began, spreading the papers on the table between them. The room fell silent as the discussion commenced. Emily recounted her entire encounter at the brewery, detailing her inspection and the observations she made.

She took advantage of sitting on my lap and started grinding, while some danced, trying to extract money from the guests. "Let's have some fun tonight, darling!" she whispered, biting my earlobe. I allowed her to sit openly on my lap, and I roamed my hands between ample breasts, sliding them down to her buttocks with extreme desire. I planned to possess her that night, if that damn phone hadn't rung, abruptly interrupting my plans to have sex all night. "Hello? Who's speaking?" I asked impatiently, irritated by this person interrupting my enjoyment. "Sir, Miss Emily is not well!" Emma said from the other end of the line.

If only Mother didn't bring Emily home, then things would have been different. I sipped the wine slowly and let myself drown in the taste of it. But then, my phone rang, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere. It was a call from the Hitman I hired. "Hello, Ma'am. I have a report to make," He said the moment I picked up, and I want to listen to whatever he has to say if it's concerning Emily. I have been looking for ways to get a picture of her and Vincent together so that a big scandal will break out.

She couldn't let that happen to Emily, not when she was so sick. Shaking the memories from her head, Chloe lifted the rifle quickly. Emily was on the ground now, her wrists bound together already. She was trying to scream but one of the men had stuffed a rag into her mouth so the sound was muffled and drowned out by the men laughing and goading. Chloe's hands were trembling and her heart racing as she aimed the barrel at the man trying to tie Emily's legs and squeezed the trigger.

"Not a chance, Ivy. We're almost there." The car halted before a breathtaking vista. Ivy's jaw dropped as she stepped out. ........................................... Emily pours herself a glass of Whiskey, her mind foggy. She was dealing with a very complicated case and it was draining the life out of her. She gulps down the whiskey, burying her head back in the documents she had been reading for hours now. A knock on the door interrupted her concentration and the door suddenly swung open before she could say anything. Wilson walked in with her secretary right behind him.