Wretched Emily Mcintire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Emily told her what had happened, thinking her mother would scold her, but instead, her mother was furious and said: "This guy is too much. How can he talk to my precious daughter like that? He thinks he's so great just because he has a little money? Humph! Don't cry, my dear. Next time, I'll introduce you to someone better." Emily felt comforted by her mother's words and Dani's support. She fell asleep feeling a little better. But the next day, she woke up with puffy eyes from crying. Emily looked at her swollen eyes in the mirror, feeling distressed. She didn't want her coworkers to make fun of her appearance. Especially Winston William, who was a complete jerk. She put on some makeup and

Emma clenched his fist angrily then she walked towards her mother. “Don’t cry Mother, you still have me and I will bring justice to Father. Those guilty will wish they never did this” Emma said with hatred filled in her eyes. Her aunt Doris could see the anger in her eyes, this wasn’t a good thing to be consumed with anger. “Emma, your mother just lost her husband. Please don’t leave” she pleaded but Emma wasn’t ready to deal with anyone, she would deal with them. “Alpha Lucas will be buried along with the head of his murderer, that I promise” she yelled to everyone’s hearing.

Amy, the person she had loved like a sister, had orchestrated this nightmare. "Amy," Emily whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Please, don’t do this. We can fix this. We can—" "Fix this?" Amy laughed again, a harsh, cruel sound. "There’s nothing to fix, Emily. This is your reality now. You’re going to rot in this cell, forgotten by the world, while I finally get what I deserve." Emily felt a sob rise in her throat, her chest tight with despair. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t believe that the person she had trusted most in the world was the one who wanted to destroy her.

"There you go again, speaking for your psychic friend. You’d be perfect by my side, you know. An angel for my little empire. We could rule this school together." Wren snorted, blinking heavily. "Yeah, no thanks. I’m not interested in joining your cult, Emilia." Emilia’s expression darkened, like she could not believe someone has said ' NO' to her. Sweet Daddies little princess. "Fine, Katniss. Enjoy burning in hell with your mute sidekick." "Sorry, we can’t," Wren shot back. She looked over to Emilia's little gang, "It’s already overcrowded with you and your floozy minions."

And in a broken voice which was barely above a whisper, he responded, “I tried, Katrina. God knows I really tried. But Mr. McAllister... after what we did to you and him six years ago, he really hates me. He adamantly refused to sell me that piece of land, no matter how much I begged and pleaded with him. Though in fairness to him, he didn't even know there was a grave there, didn't know that Emily had secretly buried her there. She had deliberately chosen his land, knowing he would never sell it to me, knowing I would never be able to give Sarah the proper resting place she deserved.” I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. That devil incarnate… Emily! I had always know

The valley was quiet like a mournful song after the last howl. Emily stood on the remains of the Moonshadow ritual circle, her heritage shattered emblem fractured below her feet. Her skin had ash on them, smoke and scorched blood wafting up her nostrils. Though her spirit was lost in depth of grief, she firmly held Alexander's hand.

"Let him go, Oneiric. Let the wolf have his throne. You have a destiny that is bigger than being a broodmare for a King." Emily looked at the witch. She looked at the mist. She felt the cold, vast power waking up inside her—a power that didn't need a pack, didn't need a mate, didn't need permission. She wiped her tears. "Emily Carter died in the Alps," she said. Her voice was cold. Hard. She stood up. The mist around her swirled, forming a cloak of shadows over her shoulders. "Who are you then?" Morrigan asked. Emily looked at the tablet on the floor, at the face of the man she had loved.

When I looked at my wrist, I was still bleeding and it did not even stop. And I am afraid of blood.. I want to die. I really had goose bumps when I saw my dark blood flowing. I quivered more as it did not stop from falling the floor. I felt so weak and my knees quivered. I fell down and knelt. "I am sorry, Astra.. please, forgive me.." I had to feel sorry for myself because I just let Astra be this wretched. I never take care of her and never in her life she was valued by her family.

Ellemea especially hated that. “How exactly was the ring going to bring your parents back?” Emily’s parents were witches who were burned alive by insecure Christians who swore on everything they held dear that all witches were bad, fresh off the news of Drisellda’s indiscretions. She lived a hard life back in nineteen-twelve. After Ambrose adopted her and brought her to our former home, she was as quiet as a mouse. She barely spoke a word to anyone for about a year. I assumed she was selectively mute. Ambrose, my brothers and I tried to make her comfortable enough to at least say three sentences to someone, but she was hurt, scared and afraid.