Emily Blunt Novels & Stories

Emma mumbled, tightening the belt of her fluffy white bathrobe as she glanced to her side at Emily with a mix of perplexity and big-sisterly worry. Emily was wearing only a skimpy silk robe that barely hid her breasts and groin, while leaving most of her huge round bubble-butt exposed. Even though Emily had reacted with enthusiasm when she had told her about Dr Jung's research, Emma doubted that her ditzy little sister fully realized what she was actually signing up for. While Emily kept playing excitedly with her hair, which were blonde like Emma's own but longer and cut in a cute bob, Emma wondered yet again if she should clarify things one more time for Emily's benefit.

Emilia trotted towards her glaring at her from head to toe. She was cold-hearted- as always, especially when prejudiced by the appearances. "So, apart from being blind, you are dumb as well?" She asked in a sarcastic tone. "No, ma'am, I am neither dumb nor blind." "Oh! Then if you claim so, why didn't you get out of my son's way? You had to block his way and he knocked you down putting all of us in trouble or oh, was it your plan? You wanted to make it an excuse to hook up with him?"

“You're blind Do you think Raveen would be happy with a blind person as his life partner?” Deg. Emily's words had to be very hurtful. Why was it necessary for everyone to say, "You are blind?" Lavina was well aware that she was blind So, what's the point? Shouldn't blind people be treated the same as other normal people? Emily didn't mean to say those hurtful words in the first place. She simply wanted Lavina to put an end to her dreams of living with RaveeThe girl was far too innocent to be part of Landergee.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Emily saw that she couldn't be weak forever, she wasn't stupid before but let them hang on to their necks, but she thought they were relatives after all, sharing the same bloodline as her, so she refrained from letting them do whatever they wanted do, but slander her, she won't stay like a doll. "Are you here to say that I'm the one who took your drawings and phone?" Emy pushed the door completely out, angry, glaring questioningly. "That's what I said myself, but you didn't say it. Or are you feeling startled yourself?" Immediately Emy made a fuss about it so that Mr and Mrs. Fontana came, she said Emily slandered her, while she still did not understand what happened.

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

What do you think you know about yourself, do you even know who you are. Yes I know who I am and I know what am capable of. My name is emily, emily Micheal the daughter of michael John. And what ever it is, you have done to Nathan, I don't care because rights now he demand your head. Emily recited calmly Wow what a beautiful speech he was about to sip another when emily throw an object toward him. He let go of his glass cup and kicks the object one to see emily, aiming for his throat with her hands.

There are, however, no borders separating the two. At his words, Emily’s hand instinctively reached behind her. Her fingers closed around a rusty pair of scissors resting on a nearby tray, their edges dull but sharp enough to do harm. She tensed but kept her expression composed. “Yes,” she said softly, her voice sweet and measured. “A woman who’s never labored a day in her life. Surely there are other ways I can compensate.” She offered a smile—charming, disarming.

Translation: I looked pretty, but fat. The fundraiser pics. I looked hot. I felt hot. But of course, the first thing she zeroes in on is the nonexistent bloat in the photo. I resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and instead fork another bite of spinach into my mouth like a responsible adult who doesn’t crave violence. At least the dressing is good. Emily, it turns out, is less of an agent and more of a glorified babysitter. A babysitter with manicured claws and a talent for passive-aggressive comments.

The stalemate between them drew three pairs of worried eyes, and Emily vaguely wondered how she should explain her act of violence later. As the human’s blood continued to drip, Ambrose started to waver. What a powerful resolve! Even if Emily was a weak female human, she had a warrior’s spirit inside. This new discovery gave Ambrose the excuse he needed to back down. It was definitely not because of guilt at bullying a weaker species or his desire to try those egg tarts. “You win,” Ambrose huffed. “Emily.” Satisfied by the partial victory, Emily reduced her strength used to twist the ear. However, she did not let go completely even as she felt the puppy’s fangs leaving her punctured wrist.