Twisted Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

As if I didn’t belong there, standing beside Aleksander like I mattered. Then she turned and walked away. Aden followed, his fists clenched, muttering something under his breath. I looked at Aleksander, waiting to see if he’d say something. He didn’t. He just reached for my hand. And for a second… I felt like maybe we made it through. But I also knew people like Emma don’t just walk away. Not when they lose. Not when revenge is still burning in their chest. This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning of what they’d do next.

Owen got into the passenger seat as they closed the doors. “Alright now, Emily,” the ambulance officer said as he took the seat near her head. “I want to give you something for the pain of that broken wrist, but first, I need to know if there is any chance you could be pregnant?” “Oh, shit,” Emily said, and closed her eyes to focus before opening them again. “Yes. Yes, I am pregnant. Sixteen weeks. I am okay, though. I don’t need anything. The pain isn’t too bad.”

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And they held her life in their hands. I turned to go back inside, my chest tight and heavy, when a voice cut through the air behind me. “Ohh… so that’s what you’re looking at.” I froze. Jax. One of the men from the ice. He walked up beside me, grinning that lazy, arrogant grin of his, his eyes fixed on Emily where she sat. “You’ve been watching our little painter,” he said, nudging my arm like we were friends sharing a joke. “I can’t blame you. She is beautiful. Soft eyes. Nice figure. But you know why she’s here, right? She’s not here for you.”

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.

She cleaned her teary eyes and cleaned up the place before she slept for the night. It was past 9 am Elena got up with migraines, she got up cleaned up what was left undone the previous night. She had some cash and it was enough for her for the week. I have to call Liam and tell him the situation of things. She took her phone from her back pocket and dialed Liam.

Her attitude the previous night was outrageous that until now, it makes her cringe for some reason. Her emotions were swayed with different things going on within her thoughts and heart at the same time. There was a part of her that she wanted to run away from him out of embarrassment and distress. Not because she feels uncomfortable around him, but because she was astounded by his attitude. Until he came closer to her face, inflicting her entire desire to rise up. Something inside her was triggered as if it was her usual habit of intimidating someone. She was likewise taken aback when she started riding with whatever motivations he had last night.

"Bring up a tray of light, nutrient-dense food to the medical wing. High protein, easy on the stomach. And a glass of warm milk." He ended the call and looked back at her. "Rose will be up in ten minutes," Damien stated, crossing his arms. "And while you eat, better think of an answer to give me." "I told you, I'm nobody," Emily insisted. "A 'nobody' doesn't carry files that require a decryption matrix," he mummured. Emily held his gaze. For months, she had stayed one step ahead of everyone hunting her. Damien Reines was the first man who made her feel cornered.

Four fierce men stood at the corners of the room without giving a thought about Emily’s constant pleas. “Oh, Miss, please let me go home, I have been here for long” Emily begged as she saw that the twins were back. “Let me return home and I promise that I would be gone before you know it. I can't go on with the CEO, please believe me” she cried. Tied to the iron chair, Emily’s whole body was already in excruciating pain and it was beginning to look as if she will soon become numb because of the inability to move any part of her body because of how firmly she was tied to the chair.

Hannah's head pressed hard against my throat and it became hard to inhale. But that least mattered even though I knew it could be fatal, "Get away, I can't breathe..." I giggled struggling to push my face aside as Emily's hair blocked my view. They were twins. Hannah and Emily McIntyre live in the next block. They have been my besties ever since I came here to this city. It was though hard to be friends as we had many ups and downs and attitude issues coming our ways but anyway we came over our problems and became friends.