Emily Blunt Novels & Stories

From what I had done. Four attempts before this one. The first time, the letters were too neat. Emily never wrote neatly. Her handwriting slanted left, against all logic, the way a left-handed person might write if forced to use the right hand. The second attempt, I made it too messy, too angry. Emily's anger was quiet. Passive-aggressive. The third and fourth were closer, but the 'e' was wrong. Emily always looped her 'e' like a little eye. I kept making it a circle.

I looked at Emily and I used my telepathy to connect with her. "Are you sure about your plan Emily? Is that what you truly want? What about your lover?" I asked while clenching my fist. That's right, among Davina's children, Emily is the only one we ever liked. She has a special skill with agriculture, she has a green thumb as you call it. Emily smiled sadly as she nodded. "Let the match begin!" Said the man. Emily charged at me with her sword running straight, I evaded the attack and I stabbed her heart. I at least would like to kill her without any pain I thought as I stabbed my sword deep enough so she would die instantly.

I blush. She looks behind me, asking, “Why are you still here?” I heave out a long sigh and shrug. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” I confess. “Ready for what? Emily, it’s been five years. Five years of constantly blaming yourself for your brother’s death. Five years of blaming that bitch of a woman for taking your child. It’s time to start living your life. I know this isn’t the conversation we should be having now, but fuck, now is as good a time as any,” she says and holds up my chin, making eye contact with her.

“Because if he’s ugly, we riot. But if he’s hot..” “He’s Ernest Malcolm.” Silence. Then…A scream. Karl slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle it, eyes shining like she’d just been handed front-row tickets to heaven. I looked around and for sure we were getting stares. “YOU LIVE WITH ERNEST MALCOLM!” she whisper-yelled, eyes wild in shock. “The Ernest Malcolm? Rugby captain, campus royalty with thighs that deserve national recognition?” “I hate you,” I said flatly, dropping my head back down. “This is not funny.”

I set my plate on the counter next to me before I focused my attention closer to the screen trying to hear every detail. "The death of the two was a very brutal and fatal murder and America's hearts and prayers go out to the families who lost an amazing member." The blonde spoke before I clicked off the t.v "Mom this has to be Justin or Dylan, one of them. If not, both" I said as I paced back and forth. "We're not absolutely positive." She defended.

The feeling of helplessness grew with each passing second, as the derogatory words struck me like sharp daggers piercing my chest. "Just look, folks, this poor thing is the daughter of a blind woman, who barely knows what's good in life. I bet her mother's blindness was passed on to her because only someone completely blind would choose someone like her. It's no surprise she turned into a desperate slut, sending intimate photos trying to hold on to a guy like Asher!" the redhead said with a cynical look. The laughter intensified, forming a cruel and agonizing chorus reverberating in my ears. Emily, with her malicious smile, watched the scene with satisfaction, feeding the humiliation unfoldi

I could hear Damon moving to stand behind me, close enough to support but wise enough not to interfere. “You’re right,” I said, voice low. “I can’t see. I’ll never see again. But that hasn’t stopped me from ripping out more throats than any of you ever dared to face.” “Kaliah—” “Let me finish,” I snapped, turning toward the voice. “You think blindness is weakness. I think hiding behind meetings and whispers is.” “You’re not invincible,” one elder barked. “You can’t expect us to follow someone who could be struck down at any time.”

His hands were gentle as he helped her out of her coat when she returned from an emergency meeting with her financial advisors, his eyes soft as he watched her systematically save his family's legacy. "I've been blind," he admitted quietly when they found a rare moment alone, his breath no longer carrying the heavy scent of scotch. "Comparing you to... to her. When you're so much more. So much stronger than I realized." Emily overheard as she passed the doorway and pounced on the moment. "Yes, you have been blind," she said sharply, though her words lacked their usual venom. "This girl, this woman, has proven herself beyond any doubt. You will treat her accordingly from now on."

We're supposed to meet at 1pm but I've been waiting for half an hour already and no one showed up yet. Anyway, just an introduction. I am Emily Blair Nitori, a senior high school student in Golden Oak School for the Elites. Yeah I know. I'm not a pure blooded Japanese. My mother is Russian and my dad is a Japanese. I am the only daughter of Akito and Emilia Nitori. Well, I have another sibling who's 10 years younger than me. I am also the only girl in my father's side which makes me the center of attention and their protection. Since I am the only girl in the family, they are strict and very protective of me.

Her eyes widened in horror and unbelief. Emily had a cool personality which made it easy for the other parents to bully her. They always cursed her for being an adulterous woman and having a child out of wedlock and while they said those things, she didn't retaliate but she just simply ignored their harsh words. They always thought she was weak, but she didn't expect she would slap her. "You bitch!" She gritted her teeth and attempted to reciprocate the slap but Emily held her hands mid-air and gave her yet again another resounding slap.