Twisted Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

“Why do you need to know? Would you try to kill him again if it turns out that you failed?” A shadow of frustration crossed Emily’s face, her voice tinged with annoyance. “Just tell me!” she snapped, her patience reaching its limits. Before Detective Garcia could respond, another detective entered the room and called for Detective Garcia to step outside for a moment. With a wary glance at Emily, Detective Garcia excused himself, leaving her alone in the interrogation room. Emily’s heart raced, her mind filled with uncertainty and anticipation. She needed to know about Ryan Marchetti’s condition. His fate was the key to her twisted sense of satisfaction and the final puzzle piece.

Stop acting like this is your fault. The screen stayed dark for a beat. The wind howled through the jagged peaks above the city, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. The Watcher: I know more than you think. I know you and Ryan are blood-twins. I know the Carter name is a cage, not a home. Emily’s heart seized. The air in her lungs turned to ice. Twins. Nobody at the Academy knew that. Ryan had scrubbed their connection from the records to protect his "Alpha" status. Her skin broke out in a cold sweat.

Max dropped Murat off at the lobby of the Baltimore Eclat Tower, his apartment building, which was not far from Emily's apartment, as the Turkish man said he would go for a morning jog and pick up his car at the Huntington Assembly Tower. The hurricane-force winds and flashes of lightning streaking across the Chicago sky continued as Max Levine's car pulled up to his apartment. He hoped Emily would be okay, even though she was in the arms of another man. Sometimes Max felt very worried about Emily's profession as a prosecutor. The woman had far more courage than most men. Emily Carter's unwavering commitment to justice made her a target of scrutiny from many quarters. The female prosecutor w

“And now you’re slandering my good name, in public. I’ll be sure that my uncle, the department head, hears about this. What was your name again?” He didn’t answer her question. Instead he responded, “Oh, I see. So you’re Emily Jones.” Mistaking his lack of regard as backing down, Emily barrels on ahead, her tone lifting to gain attention from anyone nearby who might overhear. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Emily Jones, one of the elite researchers working under Dr. Winchester. If he knew how you were treating me, like this, he’d report you to the head of the department, my uncle Dr. Harold Jones.”

He crouched down, every place he went through was imprinted with red dots, especially the raised chest, kneading all shapes and sucking until standing. Emily's small hands soon did not do anything, what she could do was use her fingers to grip the chair tightly, endure each pain and agony of the man who was just a little bit older than her brother-in-law. She didn't know what Emy was saying, but he didn't mean well, but wanted to start a fire before he left, making someone like Jack think she's noble and she's the filth to steal her sister's man. Her twin sister did the same. Will she be able to forgive her when she meets her again?

she murmurs. I take her hand, my other hand stringing Emily. She's growing on me if I'm being honest, she's quite the chatter box, even before she introduced herself, she spoke to me. She's the girl Alpha Hayden had taken out after bringing the one his wife seemed attached to, Emily wasn't drugged as much because she was obedient. However, in her words, she just didn't give a shit about them, she wasn't going to fight something that was an apparent loss.

"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

Wendy's POV As I sat in the back of the taxi, my hands curled into fists, and my jaw clenched. I was beyond angry when I got home yesterday, and saw that Emily wasn't home. I saw her message earlier, but my battery died before I could respond. She was heading back to Tyler’s house. Back to that mess, back to that contract she couldn’t escape. My stomach twisted. Emily didn’t want to see him, not even a little, and yet she had no choice.

He looked at Brianna with a mixture of curiosity and disapproval. Bringing up the rear was a younger woman, her face pale and tear-streaked. She clutched a tissue in her hand, her eyes red and swollen. Emilia, Phoenix’s sister. Her gaze held a mixture of sadness and resentment. They stopped in front of Brianna, an unspoken tension stretching between them. Levi stepped back, leaving her to face the music. Therese McIntyre spoke first, her voice cool and controlled, but with a tremor underneath. “Miss Wilson,” she said, her tone clipped. “I am Therese McIntyre, Phoenix’s mother. This is my husband, Daniel, and my daughter, Emilia.”

******* The irony of life is that here the good one suffers and the devil rejoices. ******* “Twinkle” A single name brought a roller roster ride of emotions and memories for him, this name meant the world for him. Since the day he left the town after the tragedy which had befallen on his family and mainly him he has shirked all the things, his happiness, his desire, his emotions and everything related to his past and older self became just like some trash for him. After all what he had seen, and has undergone after his mother death, he had no emotions left to spare for this brutal society, he became emotionless and rigid like a rock. Probably this is the reason he always remained stern as a