Wretched Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

Everyone was laughing because everyone knew that the corrupt mayor’s daughter was Charlotte. Emily turned to Nichole. “I’m sorry you were hurt. I’m sorry your family is now broken. But dragging me through fire won’t rebuild your life. It was you. You choose to be an old man’s mistress. It was you who ruined your life!” Emily was not afraid as she approached Nichole and smiled smugly. “Too much ambition will kill you, STEP-SIS, you should go back to school and learn some basic life ethics rather than being proud of being someone’s mistress.” The crowd held their breaths.

Emily shouted, “I am sick of you and hate that bitch of yours! She’s a whore. She hopped into countless beds with countless guys! Do you know she was Jayden’s whore?” “Shut up!” I snarled. “You are so fucking desperate, Emily. Your ego is bigger than your brain. You could’ve gone back to your pack and lived happily. You could’ve lived happily with Jayden. I ignored you because I thought you might redeem yourself. But you gave it all up! You cheated Milo, who took you under his protection. Using his money, you bribed my driver to kidnap my pup. And when you finished your work, you got rid of Tom and Niti.”

"Oh my god! Ms. Lucy is finally putting my skills to the test and letting me prove what I'm capable of to her! Not long after, Emily arrived at Ripley Residence. At the same time, Miles and his team of police officers reached the scene as well. It just so happened that both of them met each other at the entrance. Walter greeted Miles, "Hello, Mr. Chadwick. Mr. Ripley told me you'd be here to search for evidence." Miles nodded before laying his eyes on Emily. She looked very mature and unwelcoming. "Who might you be?" "Hi, I'm Emily Simpson. My mentor asked me to search for evidence here." When Walter heard that, he turned to her and said, "Oh. Mrs. Ripley also told me about you. Please, do w

"Walter… No. You're not going to pick up a pregnant woman with twins like a box full of supplies are you?" Walter came closer and Emily backed away. "Walter…" "I'm sorry, Miss Hart. I have to do my job." He muttered, eyes softening as he leaned down to lift her. She pointed a finger at him glaring, "If you lift me up… I swear I'll throw up on your suit." The man froze, raising his brows. Damien's mouth twitched. "She's bluffing, Walter." The man adjusted his sleeve and closed the distance between them. She threw her hands up snapping. "Fine… I'll walk back by myself."

“Listen, Dante, I’m not in the mood to be speaking with you right now. I’m taking out the trash. Let me.” Trash? She tried to move again, jerking me with her, but this time Darius’ hand shot out. He grabbed her free hand and yanked her back so hard she was forced to release me. I staggered, clutching my sore wrist to my chest. Emily’s head whipped around, rage in her eyes, but Darius’s expression was darker. “Emily.” He said, warningly. “I think you’ve lost your mind.” He clenched his teeth. “Stop this rubbish! You only still have you head on your neck because we're related”

Could she really fault him for that? But on the other hand, Emily was his mate. And he supposedly loved her. Yet he allowed terrible things to happen. Like the lashes and the dungeon and the trial… a trial with the council.. where she had been made a mockery of … made an example out of to the entire pack. Their Luna, no less. She had suffered so much anxiety and turmoil after the wreck and losing the baby. It had taken years for her to get pregnant again.. Nick knew all this. She shook her head and got up from her spot by the stream. She removed her shirt and shifted, taking off running once more until she arrived at the pack’s cemetery. Shifting again, putting on her shirt she went to Charl

Finally, Wolf lifted his head and said, Look who we have here, Emily Nathan, the best fighter standing right in our midst. Now all eyes were resting on Emily. All were daring to fight her, having annoyed Wolf so much that he decided to fight her himself. Stories about Emily have spread worldwide, and every corrupt citizen and government official wants her to clean up their dirty business or finish their unfinished job. Nathan only lets her out to those he wants, and in return, he gains extra. Anyone who runs the cartels and doesn't know about Emily is new to their world of corruption.

she put the phone in her pocket. Eric arrived at the mansion in the next 3 minutes "Is everything alright, was there an emergency!" He asked in a panic. "You're taking me to McTavish street" Emily said getting into the back seat and shutting the door. The rest of the ride she remained silent, having an internal battle. Maybe all of this will lead her back to the mistress Charles was keeping....maybe it's something more than that....something deeper.

“I won’t let anything happen to you and if your aunt is going to be there, you know nothing’s going to happen. She’d probably take on the whole pack herself and win if it meant keeping you safe.” Emily lifted her head and looked back at Zach. She smiled at the thought of her aunt fighting a pack of snarling ‘weres.’ Seemed she wasn’t afraid of much, she was ready to talk to the alpha of a large pack of shapeshifters and she had clients that were vampires. “I know, but all of this seems so unreal like I’m going to wake up and it’s back to being my first day at West Lakes.” Zach reached over and softly touched her cheek. “Em, are you upset that we met and got together? Are you disappointed in

“Don’t tell me you dumb enough to crawl back to your momma’s crib.” I stared out the window at the trees and traffic blurring by like my old life. “Hell fucking no. She picked Evan’s bullshit story over her own blood. Threw me away like yesterday’s trash. I’m done with that weak shit. I just need work. Any damn thing to stand on my own two feet.” Emma twisted around in her seat, face already twisted in that “bitch please” look. “Office job?” She let out a hard snort, shaking her head. “Yeah… good fuckin’ luck with that dream, Emily.