Who Is Emmett In A Quiet Place Novels & Stories

"Uncle Adam, let me introduce myself again." I took a file from Alfie's hand and lightly slapped it against Uncle Adam's pale face. "I'm the chief auditor sent by the HQ, codename Grim Reaper. You were asking earlier what I could do? Well, this is my answer, Uncle Adam."

An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction. I don’t torture. I don’t use violence. I just use my brain and dig a hole into the lives of every person that I dwell with. I consume. It’s either I consume information or life. Nothing is in between. “You’re new here?” Sultry seductive voice. A high-pitched voice of a woman fills my ears as I stare at the market below me. I am at one branch of this tree, looking down like a king to some shitty wolves as they made the deal to some strangers in their life.

I passed everything I found back to Matthew, who used the information to sabotage the company in ways no one could trace. But then, I met Emma. Emma was just another worker in the office back then, quiet and unassuming. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to her, but over time, I started noticing the little things. The way she stayed late to finish work no one else wanted to do, the way she always greeted people with a smile even when she was clearly exhausted, the way her eyes held a sadness she tried to hide. “She’s nobody,” Matthew said dismissively when I mentioned her once, “Focus on the mission.”

I felt the same when I shifted for the first time, and I can’t imagine how hard it must be for him not knowing anything. Carefully, I keep Edith behind me, making sure she stays protected behind muy back before carefully approaching Emmett, who is down on the ground on all fours, curled up into a ball like he’s determined to keep himself intact. “Emmett,” I call his name, keeping my tone light and careful. “Emmett, don’t panic, okay? Just let it out.” To my surprise, he keeps himself alert enough to look at me, his face contorted with anguish and pain. “What’s happening to me?”

“Don’t be so sentimental! We’ll see each other again tomorrow.” He picked up a glass of water, sat beside Paige, and pulled her into his arms. Leaning in close, he whispered against her skin, “So fragrant, just like I imagined.” Then he poured the glass into her mouth. Some spilled, but she swallowed enough. Outside the door, Emmet hesitated. Guilt flickered across his face. But then… he turned the key, locked the door behind him, and walked away. He couldn’t let the Sawyer family die on his watch.

I really love you! I walked on, steady and unwavering, through the security gate, his cries dwindling behind me in the bustling crowd. The sky was clear, sunlight pouring through the massive windows, filling the airport with light. I breathed in deeply, and at last, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. … The investigation moved swiftly. The cops found out that Eric was the main guy behind the whole sordid affair: the secret filming, the setup, and the nasty videos. When they hauled Jocelyn in, she started bawling, trying to wriggle out of it.

The hospital doors hissed open, and Jake squinted, shielding his eyes against the sudden glare of the afternoon sun. “Hey, soldier.” Jake turned to find Emmett leaning against a car. A real smile finally broke through Jake’s stony expression. “You’re finally out,” Emmett said, walking over to pull him into a careful, loose hug. “Thanks for coming to get me, man,” Jake muttered as they pulled apart. “Of course. You survived a bullet; the least I can do is give you a ride,” Emmett joked, his tone light. Jake didn’t laugh. Emmett’s smile faded slightly as he reached for Jake’s duffel bag. “Anyway, let’s get moving.”

When everything had been easy and they'd called themselves the Six Heavens. Emmett laughed into the camera, because he'd always enjoyed whatever he was doing. Ryder and Jackson-twins who couldn't be more different-held Ian in a headlock, while he and Kevin poured beer over the group. He knew that just outside the view of the camera sat a teenage girl on a blanket, her head buried in a book. Because Eva had never quite fit in. Emmett had worried about her, especially after he'd found out he was dying. That's when he'd asked Liam to take care of her.

I stood close to my mate, on guard. Emmett remained stoic, his face carefully hiding any emotions that might betray him. I could sense the conflict within him, torn between his connection to his family and his newfound love for his mates. But he had made his choice, and I hoped he would stay true to it. As the kitchen was being cleaned, in the living room, Emily approached her husband but her gaze fixated on my mate. "Won't you introduce us properly, my love, Emmett," she sat on her husband's lap.

“Dammit.” Emmett forced himself to leave, taking off with a burst of speed into the direction I came from. Only when he disappeared did I feel a wave of relief, the overwhelming pain finally consuming me. He will save her; it’s in his nature to save people. _________________________________________________________ I barely make out the shadowy figures emerging from the forest, everything happening in slow motion while the darkness bleed into my vision and I finally succumbed to the pain. With a sharp intake, I jolted awake.