Who Is Emmett In A Quiet Place Novels & Stories

Emmett came over and took my hand, holding it tight. “I know, Em. I know.” We were quiet for a while, both of us changing into PJ’s and laying facing one another. Emmett was the one who broke the silence first. “Did you see Caleb?” My eyes were closed but he knew I wasn’t asleep. “I did.” “You think he’s completely transformed?”

He snorts " Too bad, You're still very much lifeless, and you'll probably remain so until your very last breath. But who knows, you could prove me wrong. I'd like to see that " Emmett doesn't remain with Winter for long. He can't stand being in the same room with the other man. He leaves the Mansion and goes over to Damien's house. Damien was an investor to one of his Movies, So Emmett had been acquainted with him before and knew his address. He just never thought he would visit him one day. If there was one person he hates more than his brother, it was this cheating son of a bitch who thought the world revolved around him.

The slow that is cloaked in tension so thick a circle saw wouldn’t cut through it. The slow that said: Ophelia, just you wait. I caught Emmett’s eyes two times in the hallway. Once, when I was exiting Calculus. He’d lounged against the lockers across the door, his hair ruffled, his gray eyes piercing. He wore his polo shirt half-untucked, and his collar was half-flipped, and he was making me half want to fix him up and half want to kick him.

He continues his scorn. “You can keep talking about me like I am not here but refer to me right. I am no hunter. Who knew the likes of you existed? I am an assassin.” I clear him and I do not know if my eyes glitched but I caught Emmett’s lips tugging up in a smile. “Cullen, brother. We will talk later. I want a moment with her.” Emmett finally speaks his voice slightly similar to the grunts he– sh.it no way. I cannot.

They looked at each other. “You protected her from Ryan,” Emett continued, “that’s something that I didn’t do.” Emett stuck out his hand and Justin shook it. Then they were back to work. What did Emett mean when he said that was something that he didn’t do? What was his story? ~KAHLAN AND CARLY~

Scott called after me, standing to his feet. I turned to look at him. “Tell Lila I said thanks,” he said, giving me a faint smile. I nodded, returning his smile before turning and leaving the cell. When I returned to the waiting room, Emmet, who was seating with his face buried in his hands, quickly stood and recovered himself. “How is he?” Emmet asked. “Confused,” I answered honestly. “But he’s himself again. Yesterday he wasn’t himself at all; he doesn’t even remember yesterday. But someone gave him the memories of killing someone.”

It was Fiona's house. We drove out to the town around noon. Instead of being calm and quiet like it usually was, the place was packed with people. Men and women, both young and old, were all heading in the same direction. Thankfully, we were in a squad car. Once people saw the flashing lights, they moved aside and let us through. Because of that, we quickly made it to Fiona's house. From inside her home came loud shouting mixed with a woman's sharp, painful screams. I turned on my body cam and got out of the car. None of the other units had arrived yet.

I wanted to take it with me, to bury these ridiculous seven years for good. The office was pitch-dark, except for the light still on in the CEO's office. Wanting to say a final goodbye to Chelsea, I walked up to the door and reached for the handle. That was when I heard her voice, trembling with tears and something indistinct underneath. "Donald, don't. We can't do this…" My hand froze in midair.

They had already been standing there with upright postures, waiting. Emmett had his hands crossed over his chest, his muscular arms seemingly about to burst through his shirt. He slightly tilted his head, his eyes filled with a cold and focused gaze. Karl stood like a towering pine, his expression as stern as a statue. I felt a bit helpless. Out of the subordinates my father assigned to me, only Ned seemed to have some human emotions, while Emmett and Karl seemed like robots. "Miss Riddle, you're here," Emmett broke the silence first, his voice deep and husky.

He told them, then he looked at me with sadness in his eyes, it was like he was trying to say sorry to me, but he hadn’t done anything, I gave him a weak smile in return. “You will be ok Elara, I promise you. Just listen to what your parents have to say and if you need me just call to me in your mind and I will come to you ok.” Emmett’s voice was just in my head clear as day but his lips hadn’t moved, exactly like the voice I had heard earlier. I couldn’t say anything so I nodded my head.