Twisted Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

I threw the abortion report from the Healer in their faces and had the guards throw them out. After reading the report and confirming that I had truly aborted the only heir of the Twilight pack, the Ackhursts completely lost their minds. They momentarily dropped their fear of Dad's authority and stood outside the gates of the Bloodmoon pack. There, they cursed me for being ungrateful and disloyal. Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…"

Conversations resumed in the restaurant. Elara exhaled, but the knot in her chest didn’t loosen. Without the noise, the awkwardness between the two became more obvious. Alex reached across the table, fingers brushing hers. She jerked her hand away immediately “You look tired.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not eating.” She pushed a bite around her plate. “Not hungry.” He studied her for a moment, then signaled for the check without asking if she was finished. Always efficient. Always in control. It should have been reassuring. Instead it felt like she is escaping her father's cage just to get bound in another.

Aurora crossed the gap and put her knife to the place under his ear. “Wipe or tap,” she said. His eyes flicked to the stack. The honest ones always looked at their work. “Wipe,” Sophia said. She could see it now. Not a parasite feed. A clean deletion running in columns. Account trees. Black files. The encrypted list of who had watched, who had paid, who could still be reached. The empire’s memory laid out like meat. Aurora dragged him back from the board. “Stop it.” “It is not a tap you pull,” he said, breath thin. “It is a burn. Once the cascade starts—”

“Do you have something else for me to believe in?” ​“Woo Jin is not that smart to do that,” she countered, stepping further into the room. “Don’t you think someone else was involved?” ​“We both know who else could be involved.” Adrian stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward her. “Woo Jin, Dubois, and Dawson are the three major people after my life. Who do you think could be involved again, Carolina?” He stopped directly in front of her, his presence looming.

A tall woman with silvery hair and piercing gray eyes gave her a slight smile. “Emily?” The British accent sounded somewhat familiar. “Yes? Who’re you?” “I’m Taylor Croft. Might Ace be here?” From behind het, Emily heard Ace call out, “Taylor?” Footsteps pounded behind her, and Aces shoulder knocked into his as he shot past her to throw his arms around Croft. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe it’s you. What’re you doing here? You swore you’d never come to the States.” White teeth flashed in her very tanned face. “Hello, love. When I spoke to Emily and she told me what the former assistant did to you, I wanted to make sure you were okay. And I missed you.”

I bet he was the one being auctioned yet his aura still gave off dominance despite his hands being handcuffed. “We’re just on time. That’s him,” Kyle whispered. Huh? Putting aside the fact that he was tall and physically fit, he was not as scary as I expected him to be. Was it just me stereotyping? I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him.

The taste was strange — bitter with a sharp burn that slid down her throat and made her cough a little. Damien kept watching. She placed the cup back down on the table, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Good," Damien said. He leaned back into his chair and continued drinking. Emily didn’t say a word. She stood up, left the room, and headed to her cell. Emily’s POV I’m really not myself. I never imagined there’d be sexual punishment severe enough to make me faint. Thank God I didn’t die, because I still want revenge — any day, any time.

stomach twisted as I glanced toward the group of women huddled nearby, their eyes darting toward me before quickly looking away. “Did you see what Emily posted?” another murmured. “Pouring tea in her dressing gown? How embarrassing.” “She’s an Omega. What do you expect?” The words hit me like a slap to the face, and my forced smile faltered. Alaric, for his part, didn’t seem to notice. He leaned down, his voice low in my ear. “I have to

A vacuum starting in the foyer. The housekeeper. Mrs. Alvarez. She wasn’t supposed to come until tomorrow. “Oh shit,” I breathed, panic flooding me. I tried to climb off him but Damon held me down, still buried inside me to the hilt. His cock twitched. “Shhh,” he whispered against my ear, voice dark and amused even now. “Don’t move.” Mrs. Alvarez hummed to herself as she moved around the entrance, getting closer to the living room archway. One wrong step and she’d see everything, me naked, impaled on Damon’s cock, his hands still possessively gripping my body.