Emily Blunt Face Novels & Stories

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.

Emily challenged loudly. "Are you sure? I don't want you to run away scared by my face. That's a nightmare I always want to avoid." "Show it or I'll think all your stories are lies!" Cayden fell silent in anxiety. His fingers tapping on the table looked uncomfortable. "Promise me not to remember what you'll see. I want you to remember me as the cool person, or at least the boy you've always admired. Please keep that in mind." After a heavy breath, Cayden removed the mask slowly. When the scar on his ugly face was revealed, Emily gasped. Tears fell from her eyes.

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.

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.

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.”

And I had a chopping block with the rebel Luna’s maid pegged all over it. “Of course Emily, of course,” I whispered, widening my eyes as much as I could and lifting a knife from the rack subtly as the maiden’s face relaxed with relief. “Thank you miss Carla, you don’t know just how much I appreciate this-“ Emily sputtered, clasping her hands in appreciation as I nodded disjointedly, allowing the plastic smile to stretch over my face until I was sure it would split in half.

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.

Emily saw something glinting in the light . It was a knife . She gulped down air and looked around . Nancy was not alone , as she had came in with a man . Emily recognized the huge buff man . It was the man that had hurled her away with the handkerchief . He had a scar that ran along his face right to his left cheek . He had an eery smile on his scarred face Emily fought the urge to shudder in disgust and apparently fear . All her earlier bravado had flew out of the window .

"That was amazing! Too bad there isn't any mirror around, do you have any idea how you look right now? I mean, I have seen faces that were out of proportion before, but you just take it to a whole new level! One side of your cheeks is sucked in and the other is poking out, you look horrendous! Ahahaha, this is fun, so much fun! Linda, keep hitting! Don't hit the good side, hit her on the same side. I'm going to take a picture later, this is more fun than I've imagined!" Sabrina gritted her teeth and scowled. She did not need to be reminded by Emma to know that she looked awful. She tensed with her eyes shut, waiting for the next strike. Judging from the strength of the first blow, she knew i

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.