Emily Blunt Novels & Stories

Emily asked before she could stop herself. Turning Gabriel looked at her questioningly. “That is the hunter that stabbed you. Don’t you remember?” “That’s not the hunter that stabbed me,” Emily said softly. “I did not know the hunter that stabbed me, but that man there is one of the men that was with Lord Rotterford the night that I ran away. He is not the one that stabbed me.”

Therefore, she pitied Emily and looked at Beta Henry, saying, "Father, Emma was only selecting a few maids. My fifth younger sister fell into the water due to her carelessness and kept blaming me. How can I harm her when I'm not even near her?" Her words had a hidden meaning. With a father, Mother, and stepmother all present, not to mention the biological Mother, none of them saw her harming her. Instead, she was deliberately blaming someone with no relation. Could she blame her for that? Luna Sandra knew all this very well. Emily's future could only reach this point: an appearance detrimental to her appearance and of little value. She even revealed a fierce and violent side. Everything was

"Forget it." "Your not going anywhere until you tell me." I glared at him. "And what are you gonna do, hit me?" "I just might." Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Please, even if you tried, you couldn't even hurt me." "You want me to get Emily to force it out of you?" I raised an eyebrow. Emily was the person who can make people scared of her. Even though she looks so sweet and innocent with her pretty smile and short blonde hair, she can be badass.

Stanley’s eyes narrowed, his smirk faltering as he realized the slap had done more than sting… it had exposed him. He leaned closer, his tone dripping with menace. “What are you saying? I’m clean! Don’t come barking to everyone and just slandered them without any proof.” Emily stood her ground, her fists clenched at her sides then laughed bitterly. ”Proof?” Emily said toughly. “I am the proof, Stanley. I don’t need anything to show.” She sounded intimidated. Stanley was stunned of Emily. He didn’t see this side of her before. “Do not forget, I can go to the President directly and make you expelled by just using my name.” She said ruthlessly.

Maybe she was being unfair to him. Emma's frown deepened as she listened to Coyle's explanation. The revelation about his wife's condition and her tendency to self-harm caught her off guard. She hadn't anticipated such a deeply personal and sensitive issue. It was clear that Coyle had come forward to clear Elaine's name and shed light on the truth. As the crowd absorbed the information, a wave of empathy and understanding washed over them. The initial anger and suspicion towards Elaine began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of remorse and sympathy. People started to realize that their assumptions had been misguided, and their treatment of Elaine had been unfair.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

And I know exactly who’s to blame. Emily. The name alone fuels the fire burning in my chest. I don’t know exactly what was said between them, but I know Emily. She wasn’t comfortable with Lina staying in the house from day one. Emily can be ruthless when she wants to be. And Lina… Lina is tough, but she’s also got a heart too soft for this kind of treatment. She just wants everyone to be happy. Emily must have said something to her for Lina to want to kill herself.

She could not be false to herself in this--she could not pretend to be false. She wrote her father all about it--poured out her bitterness and perplexity to him in what, though she did not suspect it at the time, was the last letter she was to write him. There was a large bundle of letters by now on the old sofa shelf in the garret--for Emily had written many letters to her father besides those which have been chronicled in this history. There were a great many paragraphs about Aunt Elizabeth in them, most of them very uncomplimentary and some of them, as Emily herself would have owned when her first bitterness was past, overdrawn and exaggerated. They had been written in moments when her hu

Emily began to pull her hair in frustration. “I can’t even blame you alone because all decision was my own! I am the one who ruined my life! I am the one to blame!” Emily pointed towards herself. “Fine, I lied about so many things but I didn’t lie about Serene. Edmund is the one who killed her. I saw it with my own two eyes, Emily. He was there lying next to her torn body, covered in her blood. You need to trust me, he is a murderer! He killed my Serene, Emily!”