Hooked Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

"Someone you knew. Someone named Emily." The silence on the other end was deafening. I could almost hear him struggling to process what I had just said. "How do you know that name?" His voice was different now. Sharp. Dangerous. I smiled into the phone. "I'm a businesswoman, Mr. Sterling. I do my research. Before I work with anyone, I like to know who they are. Who they've been. What they've done." "And what did your research tell you?" "That you had a woman named Emily in your life. That she disappeared three years ago. That no one knows what happened to her." I paused, letting the silence stretch. "And that she was pregnant when she disappeared."

I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of emotions. Emily's gaze shifted to Adrian, her eyes widening in surprise. "Adrian Sinclair. It's been a while." Adrian's brows furrowed, his curiosity piqued. "Do we know each other?" Emily hesitated, her gaze flitting between us. "Adrian, there's something you need to know. Something that connects us all." As the weight of her words settled upon us, we invited Emily into our home, eager to uncover the truth that had remained hidden for so long. We sat around the dining table, anticipation and unease intermingling in the air.

The city looked softer through the mist, like it, too, was trying to rest after everything. I went straight to Emma’s. She opened the door in jeans and a soft navy sweater, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. That alone made everything worth it. “Hey,” she said. “Hey,” I murmured, stepping inside. She wrapped her arms around me and held on for a long moment. “Everything okay?” she asked. I nodded, but she knew me too well. “Sit,” she said. “Tell me everything.” We curled up on the couch, and I filled her in—Julian’s intel, the new leads, the names that still had to be crossed off the board. She listened without flinching, even when I told her about Roth.

Please forgive me’ She thought while drinking the hangover drink. ……….. At Hale Mansion: Emily got off the taxi and moved towards the front door. It was around 9 in the evening. As Brian already informed his people about Emily’s arrival, nobody stopped her. She stood in front of the main door, her heart was thudding against her chest, her hands and legs were shaking. She had trouble in breathing. Her eyes became teary but she didn’t let her tears fall. She took a deep breath before she knocked on the main door with trembling hands.

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.

"Is Emily with you guys too? " "What? No. What's going on?" I hung up the phone and called Oscar again. "I think Emily's really missing. You go find out what's going on." "I'm looking into it. My son Jimmy is back. He's made sheriff. He can help a lot." "That's great. You're doing a great job. Let me know right away if you have any news." I drove to Emily's house. I hoped it was all just a misunderstanding. Could she just be somewhere in the house wanting some quiet time to think by herself? I stared at the doors and windows of her house, hoping to find something.

Zahir opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Emily’s voice cut through the tension from the doorway. “What?” Her voice wavered with a mixture of shock and hurt. She stared at Zahir, her expression twisting as realisation dawned on her. “Is that true?” "Emily, listen—” Zahir looked back at her, his face going pale. “Answer me!” She interrupted, her voice shaking with anger. “Did you actually hook up with two girls after the party last week?” “Emily, I… Look, it’s not how you think—”

This was the perfect thing to prove her innocence. “Is the coast clear?” Daniel asked and I sent a thumbs up. After the usual security checks and signing in, I was led through the sterile hallways to the visitor’s area. Emily was supposed to be waiting for me, but as I approached her cell, something felt wrong. The guard opened the door, and my heart dropped. Emily lay on the cold, concrete floor, a pool of blood spreading beneath her. Her normally bright eyes were closed, her face pale. I rushed to her side, my knees hitting the hard ground as I reached out to feel for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there.

"Oh my god! Ms. Lucy is finally putting my skills to the test and letting me prove what I'm capable of to her! Not long after, Emily arrived at Ripley Residence. At the same time, Miles and his team of police officers reached the scene as well. It just so happened that both of them met each other at the entrance. Walter greeted Miles, "Hello, Mr. Chadwick. Mr. Ripley told me you'd be here to search for evidence." Miles nodded before laying his eyes on Emily. She looked very mature and unwelcoming. "Who might you be?" "Hi, I'm Emily Simpson. My mentor asked me to search for evidence here." When Walter heard that, he turned to her and said, "Oh. Mrs. Ripley also told me about you. Please, do w

one of the officers asked, his tone professional but concerned. “We’re okay,” Rob replied, his arm around me tightening. “But Emily... I think she's dead.” I heard his voice catch in his throat and I turned to look at Emily, lying in a pool of her own blood. A paramedic team moved quickly to Emily’s body, working with grim efficiency. I couldn’t bear to look. The memory of the gunshot, the sight of her lifeless form, was too much. I turned my face into Rob’s shoulder, seeking comfort in his presence.