Wretched Emily Mcintire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

, Hound assured Reality Three “Future this, future that,” she spat, tears streaming anew. “Do you ever think about how your choices destroy the lives of everyone around you?!” Argent’s voice was gone. The Dawson mansion loomed around him, blood pooling beneath the lifeless bodies of Daryl, Mavis, and Ms. Dawson. Emily stood frozen, her hands trembling and coated in blood not her own. Her wide eyes bore into Hound as if begging for forgiveness he could never grant.

For a second, I just stayed there with my forehead on the dirt, gasping. “I can’t,” I wheezed. “I’m done. I’m done, Emelda.” I expected softness or even a hand up, or for her to at least tell me to take a break but instead she marched over with her arms crossed, and stared down at me without pity. “Get up.” “I can’t—” “Get. Up.” Her voice was hard. “Think about what Maxwell and his family did to you. You think they’re not sitting in Crestwood right now laughing about the fat, broken girl who let them ruin her?” The words were cruel.

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, who until that time had been sitting in an armchair, immediately jumped up from it and retorted in a raised tone: I have never belonged to anyone and never will. I'm not a thing! It's clear? Her eyes began to glow with anger. “You broke into my house. You,” she pointed to Jack, “bit me and drank my blood!” You broke my life! I don't know now how I can forget all this... - We will help you: we will twist your thin neck and that's it. And we'll bury it somewhere in the forest so that no dog will find you. And if you resist, then you will accelerate your process of forgetting,” Mike said again.

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

Author's POV ~> Later that evening, Scarlett revealed her plans to drop the kids at her grandma's (McKenzie's) Mansion. Emily was super excited except for Eric whose face twisted in confusion. “Who's McKenzie?” He asked as he picked his nose. Emily turned to him with a reassuring smile. “She's my grandmother and she's a nice person. I'm sure you're going to love her.” Eric seems skeptical. Scarlett’s heart broke because she feared that he might not like McKenzie.