Ingo And Emmet Novels & Stories

"I couldn't help but notice you talking about the new tech hub. Are you involved in that project?" Emmet turned fully, his eyes widening slightly. He had a confident, almost cocky smile. "Oh, you heard that, did you? Yes, my company, Innovate Solutions, is right at the heart of it. Emmet Samuel. And you are?" He extended a hand. "Maeve Higgins," I replied, taking his hand. His grip was firm, confident. "It's impressive. Everyone's talking about how much it will change the city. You must be very proud."

Imogene Scott “I think Damien knows you’re back in town, but he doesn’t know about Lily yet.” Elinor’s voice from yesterday keeps echoing in my head and I’m unable to concentrate on the artwork my assistant, Emmett Brown is showing me. “Imogene?” Emmett calls again. “Should I put this George W. Bush terrier painting at the center of the room?” I cock my head. I sometimes wonder how Emmett knows so much about art when he only has a degree in art history—a made-up degree for rich people.

Then— Emma: That bad, huh? Should I send rescue reinforcements? I’ve got a flashlight and a skateboard. I can be there in five. I laughed under my breath, sinking against the headboard. Me: Only if you’re okay jumping a security gate. Emma: You underestimate my athletic skills. Me: Didn’t you almost fall trying to roast a marshmallow last night? Emma: That fire was too aggressive. It lunged first. I bit my lip, grinning. I could still see her — hair glowing orange from the fire, wearing that lavender dress. The way she’d smiled right before I kissed her.

he said. “Thank you,” I replied, and it was as if he sensed the awkwardness between us. He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he just raised the glass of wine in his hand as a sign of congratulations and then left. He might be the smartest, well, second smartest next to Vincent that is, but Emmet is the weakest in the emotional category. At least for Vincent, he could see emotions. But for Emmet. It was as if something in him had died. Something that cut all the emotions out of his body.

"Emmett, go wait outside the pits. I want you to be the first person Lilith sees when she gets out of there. Then take her back to your place and get her settled in. You can do whatever you want with her, torture-wise. But you're not allowed to kill her. Understood?" Emmett nodded, slipping his hands into his pocket. His blonde hair fell over his eyes from the movement. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms. He's always appeared to be the most relaxed out of all of us, but behind those blue eyes and calm demeanour is a monster just like the rest of us. It's his easy smile and his steel blue eyes that make him a dangerous predator.

I smile at the little gesture. As Emmett talks, I remember the goddess's information about my traits awakening after being marked. I wait until he gets off the phone with the first ally before testing out what she said. "Well, they haven't had any rogue act-...," Emmett is saying as I push a thought from my brain to his with all my might. Lisa- EMMETT AM I A PACK MEMBER NOW? Emmett jolts and knocks everything off of his desk, and grabs his head. His eyes show panic and pain.

In that way, there was no need to battle at all, and the Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd would simply be handed over to the opponent. "Good! Good! Good! All of you are selfish, and since that's the case, then we'll do what we can!" Emmett sneered, his voice sharp and gloomy. It was apparent that he boiled with rage. If anyone blocked his way, Emmett would probably severely injure the person. Among the disciples of the Fauna Imperial Sect, Emmett was in the highest realm and strength. However, his attitude at that moment made everyone feel a chill in their hearts, and they could not help but feel timid.

Emmette slowly shifted his gaze towards them. "Hello ladies.." he muttered politely. Hand in his pocket and the giggles intensified. It didn't even take a millisecond and his gaze was back on me, taking me whole. His eyes bore at me intently, so passionately, I felt naked, inferior under him. "You're back early. H-how's work?" I tried not to stuttered as I gravely slowed my words. "Work's fine..." Emmette's mouth slightly opened. His hand palmed the back of his head and for once, he tore his gaze first. He looked like the was nervous. But then again, what would he be nervous about?

Thiago immediately tensed up. He knew that Emmitt was not an ordinary man, at least his family background was extraordinary. However, he did not expect Emmitt to be the second young master of the Trevino Group, or he was Cassius's younger brother. He had always suspected that Emmitt got promoted just because of his outer appearance at his age. But now, after reading through his achievements, Thiago felt a sense of crisis. Emmitt was actually a lawyer who crack a major international financial case. Suddenly, Thiago thought of he had been rude to him. He had no idea whether Emmitt still had it in for him.

Knoxx said and pulled the guy back. - Meanwhile, Emman, whose attribute has something to do with illusion and tampering with people's memories, is setting up a spell to make everything that the mundanes have seen seem like normal things, like the guy running out of the restaurant instead of him disappearing into thin air, and roots being there already instead of tearing themselves out of the ground, and Knoxx and Natasha riding motorcycles instead of flying chunks of dirt. It was hard work, and it took up so much Maho, and by the time Emman was done, his knees were more wobbly than usual and he felt like he just ran a marathon.