Emily Blunt Face Novels & Stories

Emily got ready, her eyes blinking prior to locking onto the image. And it was during those moments when Emily blinked that Millie’s face changed. At first, it became smudged, like a picture that was slightly out of focus. Emily pawed at her eyes to remove the blur. This appeared to only make matters worse because then Millie’s face appeared as a black smoke that wavered, framed by dark tendrils of mist. And not only did Millie’s face become smoke, so did everyone who was facing up-field. Emily took a step backwards, the muscles in her legs twitching with fear. When a series of bright green eyes opened in every smoke-face she saw, her legs seemed to liquefy and gave way.

Monstrous emotions twirled up in Rosaleen's eyes as she stared back at her reflection from the mirror. What was real pain other than this? She could see bloodstains all over even though she knew they weren't there, but they were there. They stared back at her. Her pupils shook, firing back at the pool of blood. " Rosaleen," her mother howled from the kitchen, a tint of excitement in her voice. This was when she snapped out of her daze.

Ethan said, going back to get more pancakes from the kitchen. "Hey! I'm not short, 5'9 isn't short," Emily whined. "Right, you wish chipmunk," Ethan teased, tugging at her cheeks even though they were hollow just like his, he had his hands swapped away with a painful slap. "Don't fucking touch my face, you twimp," Emily growled.

Her eyes found my face and sharpened immediately. "What happened to your face?" "Nothing." I adjusted my bag. "Go back to sleep, Mills." "That's a bruise." She was fully awake now, crossing the hallway toward me, and I took a small step back on instinct. "Ember, that's a bruise on your face." "I got bumped by a car," I said. "Stepping off the curb last night. I'm fine, trust me it looks worse than it is." She stared at me. She was thirteen years old but not dumb.

The only thing left was convincing Emily. A familiar pair of heels clicked against the floor. I looked up. Emily. The moment she spotted me, her face softened. “There you are.” She walked over quickly. “I was mad at you earlier.” She stopped in front of me. “But I’m not anymore.” Her hand found my arm. She pressed a kiss to my cheek before sitting directly opposite me. I forced a smile. “That’s good.” Then her eyes narrowed. “Wait.” She leaned closer. “What happened to your eyebrow? Why is there a slit there?”

~Aria~ The wheelchair rolled out, and inside it, sat Emily. I stared down, my mouth parting in shock. The once powerful and agile Emily Vesper confined to a wheelchair was a sight I never imagined. It wasn't just that. Her face… Her face was now unrecognizable. Half of it had been scarred beyond recognition. And although she covered her hair with a hat, a few strands strung out. They were not bright yellow and sparkling like before. Her blonde hair was gone.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

I wanted to see some sign of what he was thinking, but he seemed determined to look at everything but me. I wanted to make sure that they were both okay. Anthony had a gash along the left side of his face and his bottom lip was busted. His gray shirt had a rip in it near his heart that was soaked in blood. I could tell he'd been slashed at with a knife. Poor Emily was wearing a tank top and shorts. She had small cuts all over her arms and legs. There was also dried blood around her nose and her red hair was all over the place