Emily Blunt Face Novels & Stories

Daphne divulged holding Emily's hands. "Well since you've got a beautiful heart, you definitely be needing a beautiful face. So prepare your mind a plastic surgery would be carried out on your face. It would be better than carrying this battered face. Your husband, your aunt and everyone that caused you pain would definitely get to see the new you." Emily stuttered as she pulled the sheets over her body. I closed my eyelids overcrowded with the thoughts of Xavier and the ordeals he might be facing. "He's fine wherever he is" a voice echoed.

Emily sat up and instinctively touched her face, only to find her hands covered in fresh blood, horrified. "Me, why is my face like this? Mother, what happened to my face?" Luna Sandra said sympathetically, "Emily, your face is injured. Could you not touch it anymore? I've already sent someone to invite the doctor. Just rest for now." Emily saw Emma standing beside her and immediately jumped up, accusing her, "You're the culprit! It's all because of you that I'm like this!"

" With her hand firmly in the woman's hair, Emily began rubbing her face on the ground. No one dared to separate the two, not even me. I was proud. Justin and Jade arrived somewhat bewildered. Can't these people wait until they get home? "Emily, you're going to kill her," Jade shouted, not risking getting close to the blonde. Then she hit the other girl's face on the asphalt twice more, leaving her with several cuts. Emily stood up, wiping the blood from her hands.

Was he not afraid? Emily forced herself to calm down and smile. "Mr. Brighthall, what are you doing? If you're in a bad mood, you can go to the boxing ring to vent. What does it have to do with my door?" She took a couple more steps and unexpectedly met Brendan's dark eyes. Those eyes were filled with violence and coldness, so much so that the bloodshot eyes and cold face gave Emily a shock. A chill ran down her spine, and her face changed. "Mr. Brighthall—"

A frown married on her face when people took out their phones and began taking shots of that platinum blonde-haired man. "Gosh! Guys! Look who we have here!" "Argh! This can't happen!!! May I take a picture with you?" "Can we have your autograph? I am so glad to see you, Bash." Some starry-eyed Portuguese beauties even came forward with a pen and pad, but that man's eyes were not on them but on Emily. And he didn't look pleased to see Emily at all, yet he ran his gaze boringly on her from head to toe, which was downright creepy.

“I-I’m not!” “Oh? Your face is red like a tomato,” he exclaimed, laughing. “Then explain why your face is like that.” he teased even more. Emily punches the alpha’s chest, annoyed. She’s eyeing her sharply. “I am not blushing!” she hissed. “It’s just my skin color!” Drake caught her arms; Emily tried to struggle again. “Let me go, Drake!” she growled. “No...” Drake shook his head. “Not gonna happen, my stray,” he added.

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.

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

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