Emily Blunt Face Novels & Stories

In mirror.. a face of young woman appeared .......it isn't her face..But of course she knew this face... these blue eyes are exactly like the contact lenses she used..then....but these are real ones... Eldest lady of Daudet family.. Emily Daudet... so she was born in this body ..after a few moments of silence in which Emily's whole memory was playing in her mind as a flash back she get to know..the truth of Emily ..so different from rumors..

“Who called you?” She paused, and then her expression changed very slightly. Like I wouldn't like what I was about to hear, “…Ernest.” The name settled somewhere warm and embarrassing inside my chest immediately. I hated that Karl noticed. Her eyes narrowed instantly. “There it is.” “What?” “That face.” “I don’t have a face.” “You absolutely have a face.” I looked away quickly, heat creeping into my cheeks before I could stop it. Unfortunately, that only made things worse. Karl pointed at me dramatically. “Oh my God.”

You worked tirelessly for years to make others believe Nevaeh was my mother's daughter, all so you could steal everything that was mine. "These things—well, you all knew them. And now you know I do too. So, why would you think I'd fall for this act and play along with you?" Realizing their plan had been exposed, Camden pressed a knife against my throat with a fierce expression. "Then don't blame me for being ruthless! If I cut off one of your fingers, I'm sure those two old fools won't hesitate to pay up." I raised my chin and met his gaze, feeling unfazed. "Do you really think that I'd allow myself to be alone and defenseless even after knowing all of this?"

All heads turned to see who had arrived. Emily Walton walked in with an air of confidence and poise that immediately commanded attention. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and shimmering with a natural sheen. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features—a touch of smoky eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes, and a hint of blush enhancing her high cheekbones. Her lips, painted a deep, commanding red, curved into a polite but distant smile.

"This old gentleman is from Yutaria. Half of the mystic martial arts community will quake in terror at the mention of his name, Emil Perez! He's known as the Phantom Blade!" There was a gleam in Emil's beady eyes as they swept over Cecilia. He stood up slowly and said, "Hello, Ms. Lucox." "H-Hello." Cecilia felt as if she had been stripped naked in front of him, and the look in his eyes made her very uncomfortable. After that, a tall and burly man behind Emil stood up slowly. He was almost eight feet tall and had a pockmarked face. His fierce-looking expression made him look very aggressive.

"Isabella, let's go, ignore this lunatic." Isabella followed James out of the room. However, Emily chased after them, nearly losing her sanity, crazily attacking Isabella. Naturally, James wouldn't allow her to harm Isabella and stood in front of her. His face was scratched by Emily's attack. Even if he lacked integrity, he wouldn't physically harm a woman. However, amidst the struggle, he grew increasingly impatient and his face turned colder. Yet, after Emily slapped him across the face, his expression turned downright icy.

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 .

According to him, Emily's profession is vulnerable to the dangers of violence and attacks from parties who feel aggrieved by her legal demands. Emily has Latin blood from her Puerto Rican mother. Golden brown hair is like pure honey, and the face is oval with sharp cheekbones and a jaw. A pair of hazel eyes with thick, curly eyelashes and a pair of crescent-shaped eyebrows. A long, petite nose that is not too sharp and sensual pink lips that invite kisses. Emily opened the black robe of the trial uniform that she had worn earlier. Under the uniform, she usually wore a chiffon sleeveless blouse and short skirt. A very sexy and challenging appearance in the eyes of men.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.