Emily Blunt Face Novels & Stories

" Emille explained. Brantley tried to ignore the fact that Emille just mentioned him having a battered face on camera and chose to listen to what the guy had to say. But it was eating him inside. "Did you just say battered face?" Brantley could not pretend anymore. He leaned closer to Emille and asked in a whisper, causing Emille to precautiously withdraw back. "Yes, I said that. And it's gonna be fun." A diabolical smile graced Emille's face. Brantley shivered. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Emille to see if the guy was bluffing or not. He looked like he meant it. Brantley could feel an eerie blood chilling breeze blow in the room.

"Ouch, that hurts!" To make sure once more that what she saw was real, Emily approached Calvin. Full of doubt, she scrutinized Calvin's peaceful face, which looked different. The usually clean-shaven face now had fine stubble along his jaw, and the lower part of his eyes appeared dark due to a lack of rest. Emily mustered the courage to touch Calvin's tousled wavy hair. "Emily, wake up, wow!" Emily scolded herself while closing her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes in a peeking manner. "Is this a dream or a hallucination? I think I'm going crazy," Emily muttered in her confusion.

Tanner whispered in her ear. "She doesn't matter to me! You want her? Take her." "Five hundred pounds for something that doesn't matter? I suppose that might be trueif you had never intended to pay." Tanner took a step back from Emily, then shoved her forward towards Blankenship. Blankenship backhanded her across the cheek with whip-like force and she fell to the floor, scrambling out of the way just in time as the two men dove towards each other. Tanner's blade fell during the scuffle as the men turned to beating each other with fists. Emily gathered her strength, biting back the tears as her fingers curled around the blade's worn wooden handle and she hastily got to her feet.

In front of her, being escorted by a police officer, was Emily. Emily had a smirk on her face that sent a chill down Scarlet’s spine, and her eyes gleamed with malicious triumph as she met Scarlet’s gaze. It was a look of pure, unadulterated hatred and pride. With a toss of her head, Emily stuck out her tongue at Scarlet, attempting to rub salt on Scarlet’s wounds. As she was pushed towards the waiting police car, she mouthed the words that caused Scarlet to clench her fists so hard that she ended up cutting through flesh with her own nails.

Struggling to open her eyes, swollen to mere slits, she was greeted by a handsome, chiseled face. Murray's facial features were sharply defined and exquisitely balanced. Any more would be excessive, and any less would fall short of perfection. Waking to such a pleasing sight made her stare blankly. "Like it here?" Murray's elegant brows rose as his lips quirked into a roguish grin. Emily shook her head, croaking, "Don't like it, not one bit." "Know you were wrong?" Murray was unmoved. "I know." "Will you disobey again?"

They laughed as if their shouting comrade rolling in pain meant nothing to them. “You’re not saying anything… okay, come to Daddy,” another rogue sneered, stepping forward toward the sisters. There was a flash of light, and the sickening sound of a blade slicing through flesh. The rogue’s hand landed on the ground with a dull thud, twitching. A scream tore through the air, and I stared in horror as Emily had cut off the man’s hand without so much as blinking. “Anyone else care to underestimate us?” Emily asked, her eyes never leaving the rogue leader. Right now she doesn't look like a fourteen year old girl, she loves like a refined warrior that has seen her own share of blood.

“Say something, please…” But Emily didn’t seem to hear. She was still kneeling, still staring lovingly at her child. Until suddenly… Her gaze shifted. Her warm expression turned cold—sharp, like a blade. She was staring at the baby’s side, just below his ribs. Her eyes narrowed. Without a word, she gently raised his shirt. Gasps exploded from the crowd. There, on the baby's side, was a deep purple bruise—fresh and painful-looking. The baby flinched and whimpered softly at the touch.

Not too concerned Emily turned her gaze to the other side, waited for the full amount of money, and then left. "Why do I look so evil. My eyes can't blink." Emily went outside muttering to herself, she wore a mask for safety. Saran says to be on guard because I don't know if they met some people in the slums. Wear a new mask that covers your face so they don't recognize it.

It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least. When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink. "Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo. Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.

She again screamed at the dark brunette who was staring her emotionlessly. "YOU COWARD! WHY DON'T YOU FACE ME? TAKE OFF YOUR DAMN MASK AND SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING FACE IF YOU GOT THE GUTS! FACE ME LIKE A MAN!" Emily tried to provoke him but he seemed unbothered which pissed her off. But suddenly he stood up from the chair and walked towards her. He slowly pulled her mask down. Emily kept looking at him with stern eyes but she became shocked as soon as she saw his face. Her blood turned cold and sweat beads formed on her forehead as she was shell-shocked.