Novel & Cerita Emily Blunt Face

Adelia turned her head towards Emily. “Ah yes, sorry, I forgot to tell you the truth. Look at this!” Emily opened the nightstand drawer near the bed and took out several photos. There was a mirror in the drawer, but Emily wanted Adelia to look at the photos first. “Your face is blistered from the heat of the burning fire. Although the fire hasn't burned you directly, the heat around you has blistered your skin. Adelia saw a very ugly photo of herself with blistered facial skin, then a photo where she was wrapped in gauze over almost her entire body so that she looked like a mummy.

He could put on rags and still make it look like a clothing for the runway. Emilia was dressed in a purple summer dress that stop at the middle of her thighs paired with black flats to compliment. Her hair was let down today, dancing with the wind. Like Liam, she also had a pair of sunglass but hers was used as a band for her hair. “ Of course Lucia.” Emilia replied Lucia with a huge smile on her face. Liam was at the side talking to his father. It looked like they were having a serious conversation but Emilia decided not pry too much.

One of them had scars on his face and the other one didn't. I gulped and looked at them in confusion. "We'll kill you. Murderer." One of them said and my eyes slightly widened. Murderer? Did he call me a murderer? "Yeah, boys, get aside. Don't scare our guests." Liam came out of nowhere and pushed them away as he bent down and looked at me. All of a sudden he took off his mask and my eyes widened. Is there something special today? I expected him to be ugly but to my surprise, he was handsome despite the scar on his cheek.

He growled between his stiff breaths. “You want it done the hard way, I see.” I hummed as I let go of his fingers and set the hammer down. I put on my brass knuckles and punch him across the face. He grunted. "Why did your eyes look like that?" I changed the question, and he spat blood on my face. I try hard not to cringe in disgust. "I don't know!" He doesn’t know? Who does he think he's fooling!? I punch him in the face once more. My hands are now drenched in his blood.

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of

"MRS LEVRONE, CAN you hear me? Blink if you can hear me." "Emily..." Emily groaned and blinked slowly. Her vision was blurry and focused. "Mrs Levrone, can you hear me?" She groaned and nodded, the action sent a wave of pain through her entire skull. She whimpered and sank back into the pillow. "Easy, easy," the gentle voice said to her. "Keep your eyes closed, okay?" She obeyed, and kept her eyelids together.

What didn’t she understand? “A married woman like you wouldn’t understand.” Emily looked at Stella with a serious expression. Hearing Emily’s words, Stella could only grin and raised her hand to pinch Emily’s face. “Don’t you know how to talk? You are so mean.” Stella was not polite at all. She pinched Emily’s face hard. “Be gentle, be gentle. It hurts so much.” Emily saved her face from Stella’s hands and rubbed her face and looked at Stella. “You deserve it.”

The feeling of helplessness grew with each passing second, as the derogatory words struck me like sharp daggers piercing my chest. "Just look, folks, this poor thing is the daughter of a blind woman, who barely knows what's good in life. I bet her mother's blindness was passed on to her because only someone completely blind would choose someone like her. It's no surprise she turned into a desperate slut, sending intimate photos trying to hold on to a guy like Asher!" the redhead said with a cynical look. The laughter intensified, forming a cruel and agonizing chorus reverberating in my ears. Emily, with her malicious smile, watched the scene with satisfaction, feeding the humiliation unfoldi

He pressed the fruit knife against Elaine's cheek. The blade was cool, causing Elaine to shudder. She was forced to lift her head. The man skillfully controlled the pressure of the knife, slowly moving the sharp blade against her cheek. Elaine became nervous, her heart racing, but she stubbornly refused to show any signs of panic in her eyes. The man suddenly asked, "Are you Emily?" The question came out of nowhere, and Elaine's heart trembled. She tightly squeezed her palm to prevent herself from showing any unusual reactions. Under the man's sharp gaze, she shook her head slightly and replied, "Who is Emily?"