Twilight Emmett Novels & Stories

He nodded and handed over the microphone to him. Emmett smiled wide, his natural charisma coming forward. “I wanted to also congratulate my twin on her finding her mate. It was hard finding the right gift but I did find one I think is truly worthy of her.” My eyes widened and I started to step forward but it was too late. Emmett’s power burst out from him, the tentacles lashing out around, hitting the table that the DJ was set up on, knocking him over. A few chairs that were on the stage were victims as well, flying into the grass. However, they mostly focused on our Father, who was pushed to his knees. He looked shocked, but whatever was dripping from the tentacles was burning his shirt and

he leaned in, resting his elbows on his thighs. I wanted to shift a little further but I had already reached the end of the bed. I might fall off and that wouldn't be a good thing right now. I know he knows how scared I was, I could see myself visibly shaking frantically. He picked up the vase he kept on my bed, peering Into it like he couldn't believe he came out from it. Or he doesn't know he did? “I'm Emmett, the last original wolf shifter. I'm more than you could ever think I am.

unofficial reason: watching bretta fight with maternity dresses and mama] Tessa jumps in immediately. TESSA: [please send photos] TESSA: [i need visual entertainment] TESSA: [my life is just work, instant noodles, and true crime. you are the healthiest drama i have] “Healthy,” I mutter. “Sure.” Emmett finally shows up, three little bubbles appearing, disappearing, then popping up again like he’s typing while walking. EM: [you didn’t answer the main question] EM: [are things safe?]

Duncan had warned me not to trust her, and I didn’t. Not after I saw her throw my food away. "Is Duncan in? I need to talk to him," Emmett said, his voice cutting through the air as he passed me in the hallway, heading straight for our room. I blocked his path just before he could reach the door. I knew better than to let him see Duncan like this. Duncan was still human, yes, but he wasn’t the same. His wolf had pulled him into a shadowed place, dragging him with it, leaving only fragments of the man I knew.

She’s too good at that. She grins at me. “Happy birthday, big brother.” I smile. “Thanks. So… what’s up with you and Emmett?” “We’re just talking, Damien.” “Really?” I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “You sure about that?” She lets out an exasperated sigh. “I’m not twelve.” “Fine. But just so you know, I think Emmett’s shady as hell. Guy doesn’t even have social media. Who lives without social media these days?”

I glanced over at Azura, I didn’t want her in here for long, not wanting the silver to affect her or the baby. "Hello, Emmet." Dad said quietly, disappointment clear in his voice. Emmet opened his eyes and gave him a small smile. "Hello Alpha… I had a feeling it was going to come to this sooner or later." Dad nodded. "You had your entire life before you, Emmet; it's disappointing to see you choose a path of darkness." "As did your son." "There’s a difference," Dad said quietly. Emmet nodded. "Ah shit… Yeah, he’s an Elite. Sorry, I'm not bowing down and kissing the floor beneath your feet, but I'm really not feeling great."

Emily sprinted, her breath hitching, but the beast gained speed, its paws thundering against the permafrost. A sleek, black-lacquered carriage pulled up alongside her. The windows were tinted glass, etched with the sigil of the Carter High-Blood. The window slid down. Ryan, her twin, lounged in the velvet interior. Beside him sat Lucas Montgomery, looking bored, his silver eyes tracking the frost on the trees. "Missed the bus again, Em?" Ryan smirked. He looked like a god in his Academy furs, his Essence-Aura glowing a healthy, arrogant gold.

CHAPTER 1: BLOOD. July 3rd,1996. "I can't believe I'm on my knees begging you to spare my life"Tobias O'Connell muttered, bitterly to Wyatt Gentry whom he had supposedly called his best friend for so many years. This bestfriend now held him at gunpoint. "If you had just listened to me,it wouldn't have gotten to this point"Wyatt thundered. Their voices woke eight years old Damien from sleep. Everywhere was dark.

All of it told Sarah that the piece of human leg she was seeing wasn't fake. Sarah gasped for air, the flashlight slid off from her fingers. She falls back, gasping and wheezing as she stumbles backward, her widening eyes staring directly to the leg that became more visible because of the flashlight harboring it. Only then did she manage to let out a scream.

By Tuesday afternoon, Manatee High felt louder than usual. Maybe it was the way everyone buzzed with the kind of energy that meant a break was close. The long weekend was coming, and most people already had plans. Emma didn’t—at least not yet. The bell rang for lunch, and Emma followed the usual crowd to the cafeteria. She spotted Connor sitting at their usual table with Ethan, Liam, and Chelsea. Ethan was talking fast, excitement written all over his face, while Connor laughed at something Chelsea said.