Wretched Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

##"What do you think Sarah would want? Do you think she would want peace or war? Sarah is a nice kid and--" ##" you have no fucking right to talk about my daughter. You all have no fucking right at all. I'm doing what a mother should do for her beloved daughter and nothing can change that. I don't fucking care! My heart died with my daughter. And Mystic Hollow would pay dearly for it" Emily said and sniffed. ##" Ok ma, I understand," the receiver said even though he doesn't like the way Emily was handling the situation. ##" Good," she said as the limo pulled over at the front of the grill. . TBC

“Well, well, looks like you've still got that magical touch, Em. You've always had a way of bending people to your will.” Emily smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, you know it. I know just how to work my charm and keep 'em guessing. Wyatt McKinley won't know what hit him.” Aunt Margaret chuckled, her voice tinged with admiration. “You're a force to be reckoned with, my dear. Just remember, don't get too carried away. Whatever you do, play it smart and rightly.” Emily nodded, her expression turning more serious. “I will, Auntie. James will make sure I don't cross any line.”

The words, EMILY PARKER, November 2000 – May 2022, gleamed dully in the sunlight. The realization that Emily had only been twenty-one years old sent a chill coursing down Scarlet’s spine, a reminder of the wasted potential and the malicious intent that had ruined her sister’s life. Memories crowded her mind – the venomous words, the betrayals, the relentless torment. Emily had been a shadow, intent on devouring the happiness that Scarlet deserved. But now, as Scarlet stood before the grave, she felt no pity for the sister who had wasted her own existence in a futile attempt to ruin hers.

and scratches, he locked the door and stood near Emily, I hate the fact you had to find out this early, Emily said, what do you want, why are you doing this to me, I thought we were best friends, I said, best friend my foot, we were best friend when we were small until your stupid ass family made my parents divorced, my dad was crushing on your mom but no!! your mom went and snitch to my mom, I saw them fight everyday, while yih were happy with your family, Emily why don’t you be like Amelia, why don’t you do well in school like Amelia, everything Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, gosh I started to freaking hate you then, I saw them get physical fighting and breaking things in the house, when they br

Hey Guys. To the amazing ladies and gents, I'm using this medium to appreciate the lot of you who have taken and dedicated your time to read and review my book, Wrenched. I'm saying a very big thank you to you all, with a wide smile on my face. I would also like to let y'all know that I see and appreciate the constructive criticism in the reviews. Wrenched is unedited and sometimes I go through the chapters and edit certain grammatical errors and misspelt words. But I haven't officially delved into editing the chapters yet. The first few chapters are pretty much error free because I have gone over those ones a lot, but the other chapters, especially the recently updated ones I understand the

She did the bolt loud and final, and she knew it was the thing about her childhood and her past life that had finally been destroyed. Emila had stolen everything from her like she always wanted. She sank into the muddy, wet ground, shivering endlessly with goosebumps that just wouldn't stop recurring. She was twenty-five, pregnant, homeless, divorced, and on the black list of one of the most powerful families in the country as a looter. "Miss Emily?" A weak old voice arrived from just in front of me, near one of the houses just opposite ours. Just when she thought all hope was lost.

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?

However, greed and ambition poisoned the familial bonds that once held them together. Emily's parents, John and Margaret Walton, were determined to assert their dominance within the company at any cost. Their ruthless tactics and cutthroat maneuvers alienated them from John's siblings, sparking a feud that simmered beneath the surface for years. Tensions reached a breaking point when Emily's grandfather, the beloved patriarch of the family, passed away under mysterious circumstances. His death ignited a firestorm of accusations and suspicions, with each family member vying for control of the lucrative business empire he left behind. As the rift within the family deepened, Emily found herself

It was hurting her badly to tell this story but here she was, talking. “I watched her closely. That’s when I saw it. She watched you from afar with hate. She wasn’t at your party to celebrate with you. She wasn’t there by accident. She was there to get back at you. I had ruined our lives. So I thought of a way to fix it all. I read somewhere that fear and some gruesome experiences can help trigger some part of the brain that had to do with memory loss. I called Paul to prepare everything. Paul is in charge of this island. The island’s name “Ementiti” means ‘Fake Place’. My idea was to scare both of you and give Zayn a situation where he would have no choice but to unlock his memories. But I

CHAPTER 126 Isabella's P.O.V Emily's smile, as beautiful as it appeared, only masked the turmoil within her, and I knew it. I knew all about Emily's past, and I understood how she must feel within her, and I pitied her. “You want to know how it is, to live in the wastelands?” Emily asked. Without waiting for my response, she went on. “I've spent so long in the wastelands, sis, where every day is a fight to survive. You learn to adapt, to do what you must to make it through the night. The wastelands don't care about your feelings or your morals - they'll consume you whole if you don't consume them first. I've had to fight for every scrap of food, every drop of water, every moment of peace. An