Twisted Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

Not with her mother sick, not with Jaime prowling the halls, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Santino tried to lighten the mood, bringing food and jokes, but Ainara’s heart wasn’t in it. She was torn between duty and desire, between the family she had to protect and the man she couldn’t let go. ** Manila’s night was restless, the city lights flickering like secrets waiting to be uncovered. Andres sat alone in his apartment, papers scattered across the table, his laptop glowing with shareholder records. He had been tracing transactions for hours, his mind sharp, his pulse steady.

He held this pen on his hands and twisted on it as though he could break it if he could because this woman was crazy to have responded this way to him. "You had a prior engagement?" he asked and immediately scoffed as he clearly had disgust in his voice his eyes becoming datker than they normally used to be and somehow it seemed she knew what she was doing. Emily was looking for her long lost sister and she had been working with the Wrights family from the other side of their branch and her investigator had given her a hint that somehow her sister could be in this town and she had come here to seal a deal because her father who was now late owned a big coffee company and she had inherited it

But the next day brought with it a moody Minty. Emily and Randy has testified to this. She didn't listen while she was in class. Her eyes were always outside the building like someone who had lost something so precious. Those were signs of mate deprivation. Apparently, Minty has found her mate and she, like Alee, is avoiding him. What is it with these twins and avoiding their mates?

Emily felt bereft when his hands moved away from her waist. “That was Sterling McIntosh. He works for the district attorney. We have a…history.” Emily glanced over her shoulder, but Sterling had already driven away. “He seemed pretty happy to see you.” “He was happy because he saw that I was kissing you.” “What? I don’t understand.”

I clucked my tongue at her and when I saw her frown, I continued;” maybe then, she wouldn’t be looking so flustered. “I’m not flustered!” Emily snarled, “Oh, but you are!” I snapped, interrupting her. She scoffed. “Do you think I care about your twisted family? I don’t give a shit!” “But you should!” I replied, sounding playful. My countenance was getting on her nerves as she rolled her eyes for the sixth time in two minutes. I dissed; “…because somehow, you are a part of this twisted family!” “I don’t give a shit about you guys. The only person I cared about is dead!”

she asks me with a smile. I let out a deep sigh, staring into the night sky. “I was curious about Emily since she works for me, and she’s your best friend.” I take in a deep breath and continue as she patiently listens, “Can you tell me more about her, what she’s like, and her family?” Tessa sighs deeply as she meets my gaze. “Emily’s story is a tough and pitiful one. She is the biological daughter of the Wilsons, but she is treated worse than a servant by her own parents.”

I continued, “if she has another plan, or if she intends to play dirty I want you ready for legal action.” “Understood. I’ll prepare everything.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Thank you.” Before hanging up, Tomas added, “Mr. Liam be careful.” I ended the call and took a long breath, trying to steady my heartbeat. Be careful. Yes I knew. Emily was no longer the bright actress who once stood beside me. No longer the sweet girl I had helped build a career for. Now she was someone driven by obsession, manipulative and willing to destroy anything that stood in the way of what she wanted.

He visits me whenever he hears that I'm back at the village. I dressed up quickly and went out. It wasn’t Eben. It was Esther, and with her was her sister. Esther was a high school student in her final year, the daughter of grandma's friend. I knew her and everything about her family. Rumour in the community had it that, her father and brothers dabbled in the occult. Her mum had divorced her dad. And her three sisters were married. She was the last born of her mum and dad. Her dad had another wife, but there were no children between them except step children.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

Mandy bragged. Clarissa couldn’t help but smirk. “Would they?” She taunted lowly. “Of course,” Mandy said defensively. Clarissa shrugged and let the matter go. If Mandy was starting to be on edge, she needed to shut her mouth “Strip, C. The portion wouldn’t work on it until you are butt naked.” “Like the day you were born,” Ember muttered at the other side of the room. Clarissa looked at the older witch who had been quiet, observing the whole process. Ember was always so kind and attentive. She was like an elder best friend to Clarissa. But today, she had been a bit quieter which had been strange in the least.