Emily Blunt Face Novels & Stories

Ralph asked in a mocking tone. “Nope, places are only open for a beautiful face” he glanced at Emily with a flirty smile. Emily’s eyes met Brian’s and her cheek instantly turned strawberry pink with blush but the other Alpha was still there to ruin their moment. “Did you mean I am ugly? You are ugly! Your whole family is ugly!” Ralph replied agitated while pointing an accusing finger at Brian. Brian was beyond angry when Ralph ruined his small moment with Emily. “Will you please shut your mouth for a second, Ralph?” His cold gazes were throwing dagger at Ralph.

She smiled, leaving the other woman as she marched down the slope leading to the riverbank. “Bonjour mad-“ The woman collapsed down on the mat before I even offered for her to sit. I observe the both of them as her and Rubin stared, not taking their eyes off each other. Silently, I checked Emily’s features – the auburn hair was faded; I can see the original ginger hair beneath, the edge of her scalp. Her cute button nose and thick eyelashes greatly resembled Rubin but I wonder if all of these were only coincidences. I do not want to assure Rubin with false hope.

Emily added with a sweet smile on her face. This made everyone confused. Winsley smiled lustfully. He thought Emily was just playing hard to get type. “What is that baby?” His interest came to its peak when he saw Emily’s beautiful submissive face. “This!!!” Along with her reply was a thud loud sound. Emily punched Winsley and her strong fist landed on his right eye. She was clenching her fist for a long time; she wanted to give it to Winsley for bad-mouthing her. He deserved it!

I blubbed . I ran past him, glancing at Ethan. He'd so important blood on his face. I drew in a shaky breath as I looked down. “ This is your fault, ” Luna Emily whizzed, sticking in my face. I squinched and shook my head, “ he made his choice when he slept with Jasmine and got her pregnant. ” I rumored. still, you would have stood by his side, ” she remarked, “ If you were a good mate. I smelled in a breath and blubbed

he said, and I could not believe it. I looked up and was about to say something when I realized I could not because of the blood on his face, which appeared to be the result of a violent fight. "Hello, little Miss, I hope you are ready for what is coming your way; nobody except me rules the devil's heart, so you might as well cooperate or have your days cut short as a result of messing with me," Emily said, roughly freeing my chin.

The accompanying picture was of him, guitar in his hand, a serious expression on his face as he stood in front of the mic. “Blunt Pain is more than just me,” Axl said as he handed the phone back to Calum. Calum’s expression didn’t change or soften. “The public doesn’t care about fairness. You’ve got a pretty face with a bad boy attitude. People love it. There’s always one person they focus on. You had to know it would be you, Axl.” “I get it. But we’re all Blunt Pain.” “Then let Aspen work her magic,” he said, and disappeared into the shadows, his footsteps drowned out by the crowd still cheering their name.

The stalemate between them drew three pairs of worried eyes, and Emily vaguely wondered how she should explain her act of violence later. As the human’s blood continued to drip, Ambrose started to waver. What a powerful resolve! Even if Emily was a weak female human, she had a warrior’s spirit inside. This new discovery gave Ambrose the excuse he needed to back down. It was definitely not because of guilt at bullying a weaker species or his desire to try those egg tarts. “You win,” Ambrose huffed. “Emily.” Satisfied by the partial victory, Emily reduced her strength used to twist the ear. However, she did not let go completely even as she felt the puppy’s fangs leaving her punctured wrist.

Emily reminded herself. “What’s wrong?” Delvin asked with a smile on his face. He also noticed that Emily was probably blushing at his words since he saw that her face had turned red like a boiled crab. “Hm? No, it’s nothing,” Emily replied. “Don’t lie, you’re blushing, aren’t you? Your cheeks are red, Emily.”

“Who?” Emily’s face darkened. She rose, and with a sudden, deliberate motion, brandished a sharp knife. Ethan’s heart lurched at the sight of it. Pale and rattled, he stammered, “Where did you get a knife?” Emily smiled—thin, humorless. “Why do you want to know?”

She just wanted to persuade her to properly manage her relationship with Jimmy but she thought that she was showing off her identity. Since she did not like to hear these words, Emma also did not want to say anything. She carried the plate and planned to find some more delicious food. Emily fiercely stared at her back view and her tone was sharp. "Emma, do you still want a face? Last time at the wedding, so many people admired your bed photo. Why do you still have the face to come out? Now? here?" Emma's back stiffened and her eyes became misty. Emily's words were like two blades that mercilessly stabbed into her heart, making her feel extremely pained.