Emily Blunt Novels & Stories

“You’re safe now.” But Emily shook her head slightly, the effort of speaking draining what little energy she had. “It’s not… it’s not okay, Chris. Austin… I saw him. He blames me. I couldn’t save him.” “Emily, no.” Tony’s voice was firm, though his heart ached to hear the pain in her words. “That’s not true. You did everything you could. Austin wouldn’t blame you for anything.” But Emily’s tears began to well up, her emotions spilling over as she was too tired to hold them back any longer. “I should have done more. I should have been there.”

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

It was heartless and despicable. "I never expected him to go this far. Perhaps he thought I was useless and, since I was bound for prison, he decided to discard me to that man. Blake, I've contemplated suicide countless times, unable to bear my filth, but I hesitated because I wanted to apologize to you and see Richard punished," Emily wailed, her tears streaming uncontrollably. Blake asked coldly, "Who is that man?" "Baldwin Waleri," Emily replied instantly. Blake recognized the name. Baldwin was a merchant with minor oil resources, boasting undue influence in the business world. He hadn't expected Richard to ally with him so swiftly.

“Even a blind person could see how my heart beats for you, yet I can’t deny the truth. This same heart beats for someone else too.” I had no response. What could I say? The blame for this entire twisted mess landed squarely on my own shoulders. Maybe if I hadn't been such an arrogant fool, such a blind dickhead, we wouldn't be in this agonizing situation now. We were both silent, a calmness so profound that I could hear my own heartbeat. Then, out of nowhere, a sharp sound broke the moment—a throat clearing. Both of us turned toward the door, and a sudden irritation flashed in my eyes as I saw Emilia standing at the threshold, her arms crossed, and her expression a carefully constructed blan

She replied. "You mean that fashion designer Emily Blunt?" I exclaimed and she nodded. "Yes, that's her," She said. "She is on the peak of her career at the moment so its hard to miss," "Wow," I exclaimed feeling both amazed and a bit disheartened at the same time. And here I was thinking that I know him. I guess we all are entitled to our share of wishful thinking. Emily Blunt was one of the most renowned fashion designer and businesswoman in the United States, and Liam dated her. Or maybe is still dating her.

My subconscious raises her eyebrows at me with mock disbelief. What? A girl can dream, right? However, my dreams come crashing down when I spot a familiar blonde in a yellow dress typing down furiously on her phone. Behold, the bitch of the century – Emily Woodward. As soon as her eyes land on me and Blaze, her mouth gets pulled up into a sneer. Ah, shit here we go again…

She felt foolish now, realizing how blind she’d been, how she’d missed the monster lurking behind Richard’s charming smile. “That doesn’t mean I’m innocent. Like our parents, I saw what you were going through. I heard the things he did to you. And I…” Emile’s voice faltered. “I overlooked it.” Emmeline’s lips pressed together so tightly they turned white and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Well, it’s good that you know,” she said with bitterness.

Humphrey leaned on the table, laughing so hard his body shook, "Thanks for the compliment." After finishing her drink, Emily felt somewhat better and decided to be straightforward with him, "Just to be clear, there's no way I'm getting into bed with you or playing any sex games. As for other requests, you can make them, and if they're reasonable, I won't be difficult." Looking at her, Humphrey shook his head disapprovingly, "You're just too soft-hearted." Emily was somewhat puzzled by his reaction and raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" "Why clean up the mess for those Cromwell siblings who betrayed you? They were the ones who were unkind first."