Emily Blunt Novels & Stories

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.

“I applaud you and your team when you found another missing body. Sincerely, I am proud of you. But the mayor... he wants us to focus on our duty as peacekeepers of Pinephil. Let the big shazam be solved by the Shazam.” Ember furrowed her brows, hand crumpling the folder containing the evidence. Fathima Mae December alias Ember — her mother tends to refer to her by her second name — stands between five feet and eleven inches tall. Ember's short, messy hair is rolled into a small, low bun, allowing the thin strands of her brown hair to blend in with her black hair, making her look like a dark chocolate peanut butter cup. She parted her lips, a light shade of nude lipstick brushed on it. She w

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 Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

Tanner whispered in her ear. "She doesn't matter to me! You want her? Take her." "Five hundred pounds for something that doesn't matter? I suppose that might be trueif you had never intended to pay." Tanner took a step back from Emily, then shoved her forward towards Blankenship. Blankenship backhanded her across the cheek with whip-like force and she fell to the floor, scrambling out of the way just in time as the two men dove towards each other. Tanner's blade fell during the scuffle as the men turned to beating each other with fists. Emily gathered her strength, biting back the tears as her fingers curled around the blade's worn wooden handle and she hastily got to her feet.

HIs Majesty asked. "Those are not true." He said confidently. "There are many witnesses claiming that you did these actions. WItnesses including the principal of the institution,and royal guards. What do you have to say for yourself?" His Majesty asked angrily. "I was only protecting Lady Emily from that vicious woman." He said. "Where is this Lady Emily?" His Majesty asked. Emily suddenly showed herself out of nowhere. "I'm Emily von Blyth, Your Majesty. I am Lady Audrey's sister." She introduced herself.

Emily seeing everything was in a state of disbelief, thinking : How can someone be able to do that? And normally she would have realized that it was impossible for her men to beat Liam, however she was filled with so much hatred that she was blind to that simple fact, and instead she continued to urge her men to fight harder. And she had to urge them to fight harder, knowing that they had to win or else she was ruined. Forget about not getting the Danvers empire, if her men lost, she would be left helpless and at the mercy of the people she had held hostage. Knowing that Emily roared, "No excuses!" Emily's voice rose in frustration. "Finish him!"

“You think you’re a good person for not blaming me? Why don’t you blame me? It was my fault. Come on! Blame me! I did that to your friend. I killed her child. I made her lose her memories. Blame me—” I did not let him finish. I slapped him. He stared at me with sharp eyes as his jaws clenched. I sucked my breath and looked at him with hatred. “If someone will blame you, it should be Emily because you did her wrong. And I hope she won’t forgive you because even after what you did…you’re still proud, selfish and arrogant. She lost her child, Mason. Your twin brother’s child. Just wait until she regains her consciousness and I’m telling you…she’ll hate you until the very last breath she’d make.