Emily Blunt Face Novels & Stories

“Emily... I know you. I can tell when you’re lying, you always talk fast when you do. You know I trust you, and I believe you won’t lie to me, right?” “Yes, ma’am...” Emily answered, now panicking. Fulvia took a breath. “Tell me... am I ugly? Don’t worry. Whatever you say stays between us.” Emily slowly dropped to her knees, trembling. “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but if I’m to be honest... you’re very fat, and... you have some scars on your face.” “Really?” Fulvia whispered. She touched her face gently, trying to feel what Emily described. So that’s what has been scaring my dates away...

And that pretty face wore a cold smile at this moment. It was a silent threat. The smile on Emily's lips seemed to tell her that as long as she didn't agree, today she would use this ax to split her in two.

Cubes of dragon fruit, slices of tangerine, apple, banana and peach. Elena hesitantly clasped her hair back in a pony tail. The old lady gasped. “Sweetheart, what happened to your face?” She looked away before answering, “I fell.” Emily looked at her in shock. She knew the little girl was lying. Her cheek had dried blood stains and pieces of glass shreds sticking in her skin. A very visible handprint rested on her face. Her bottom lip was split. She knew something was wrong. She hurriedly went towards the cabinet to get the first-aid kit.

Tears were flowing in her eyes. Aunt Amy sigh! "How can someone be so hurtless and cruel to make such a sweet little girl cry" Aunt Amy thinks. After seeing Emily sweet baby face, aunt Amy also starts liking her, in just one look. Emily was just like a doll, with white cheeks which having her natural red glow. She didn't need any makeup to make her face more beautiful, her natural beauty is the best and more alluring to make her a real beauty. Her beauty was far away from all actress and model. Her watery eyes look like an innocent child.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

Looking up to see the person who had helped her, Emily bit her lip hard. Out of everyone, did it have to be Max? He looked straight into Emily's eyes as he stabbed the huge man with a dagger, blood splattering onto his face.

she called softly. The man came out to face Emily. When the sunlight revealed his figure, Emily's breath hitched. The man was wearing a mask with a stick in his left hand!

She dropped her scarf only a little as she whispered; “Michael, it’s me, Emily.” And as soon as the words escaped her lips, I froze again. “It’s impossible!” “Is it?” She joked, showing her pearly white teeth. From here I could see the scars on the right side of her face. They ran from her forehead down to her neck and managed to turn her once porcelain skin into something you only saw in horror movies. They were not fully healed yet and gave off this offensive odor that had me almost punching my nostrils together in disgust.

Something wasn’t right. "Amy?" Emily’s voice wavered as she stepped closer. "What’s wrong? Are you okay?" Suddenly, without warning, Amy’s hand shot out, striking Emily across the face with a force that sent her stumbling back. Emily gasped, her hand flying to her stinging cheek, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Amy?" Emily whispered, her voice trembling. "W-What are you doing?" Amy finally stepped fully into the light, her face cold, devoid of the warmth and kindness Emily had always associated with her. The sight of that familiar face twisted in anger and hatred made Emily’s blood run cold.

I turned sharply and stopped dead, coming face-to-face by a very familiar, very blonde, à la Barbie style, she-wolf. “Hi Violet,” Emily said, keeping her cup of tea on the table with a look that said I was nothing more than dirt on her shoe.