Emily Blunt Novels & Stories

They laughed as if their shouting comrade rolling in pain meant nothing to them. “You’re not saying anything… okay, come to Daddy,” another rogue sneered, stepping forward toward the sisters. There was a flash of light, and the sickening sound of a blade slicing through flesh. The rogue’s hand landed on the ground with a dull thud, twitching. A scream tore through the air, and I stared in horror as Emily had cut off the man’s hand without so much as blinking. “Anyone else care to underestimate us?” Emily asked, her eyes never leaving the rogue leader. Right now she doesn't look like a fourteen year old girl, she loves like a refined warrior that has seen her own share of blood.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

This time, the call connected with video. And on the screen was Emilia Durant—once a corporate ethics consultant, now a notorious fixer-for-hire. Known across Europe’s darkest PR circles as “The Blade,” she was infamous for dismantling reputations with surgical precision. Ten years ago, she had single-handedly exposed a prime minister’s secret offshores, ending his career overnight. Richard stared. “I thought you disappeared,” he said. Emilia smiled, elegant in a tailored black blouse, seated in a minimalist office filled with books and sleek monitors.

THE WOMAN BEHIND THE BROKEN BROTHERHOOD – EMERY’S ROLE IN KILLIAN & TOBIAS’S FALLING OUT. I blinked, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall, but they were tearing me apart. With every name and accusation. Every angle of my life now twisted and laid bare for the world to analyze And all I could do was sit there, just still on my bed, as the outside world twisted my truth with my name.

It was common nowadays for daughters to not acknowledge their own mothers. Melanie composed herself, and tried to explain things. “I really don’t know her. I found her by the roadside. I’m not Emm, either.” “She is Emm!” The blind lady started becoming agitated. She grabbed the sleeve of one of the policemen. “Does she have large eyes, a high nose bridge, and look clean and fair-skinned?” The policemen surveyed Melanie from head to toe and nodded. “She does.” “Then she’s Emm! Emm, I’ve missed you so much. Don’t leave me!” the blind lady started sobbing as she said.

Stella revealed. “D*mn it, that old woman is too shameless. Your father took fa ancy to such an old b*tch because he was blind.” As soon as Aden entered the RK group, he heard Emily call her “old b*tch” in such a brutal tone. D*mn, he didn’t expect her to be so violent.

Taking a second bite of steak, I dropped my fork; my food now tasted bland. My face formed into a deep frown while my brain replayed the day's drama. I had to admit she didn't look as pretty as she did before, with her hair now a tangled mess and dark circles under her eyes. Yet, I was still very upset. Emily, like I'd known her to react concerning Adrian, was still very possessive and desperate—two traits that were not going to take her far. I clicked my tongue in disapproval.

Some had already had their hands on their weapons. Right next to Emilia, Dustin whispered, "Em, you have to think about the whole team... What if he suddenly..." "Shut up." I glared at him. Dustin flinched and stepped back behind Emilia. Emilia took a deep breath. "I'm giving you a choice. Either you leave now, or…" Her hand moved to the knife at her hip. "Or I assist you." Assist me to die. I stared at her hand gripping the knife. That hand was the same one that had once held mine as we strolled through the military academy. It had once clung to me tightly on the first night of the apocalypse, refusing to let go.

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”

"Emily, are you tired of working for us? What money are you talking about? My husband isn’t owing anyone. And even if he was, you can wait for him to come home." A short silence followed. "I know you stabbed yourself and not her." The word came out in a tumble, and my entire body froze for a second. My lips parted. I must have heard wrong. "What… did you just say?" I whispered. Laughter—a full-blown laughter filled the speakers. "Ma’am, I saw you," Emily said, almost mocking "I saw you stab yourself four years ago and accuse Miss Elena. I kept quiet all these years. And yes that secret can stay hidden…but now it has to come with a price."