Novel & Cerita Emily Blunt

Emily burst out. “Cut the bullshit, I didn't sign up for this.” she laughed heartily and fell back onto the chair. “Apart from crossing my boundaries, you didn't tell me you read minds too. We all know how mean Mr.Grey is to you but I can't believe you're not going to give me recommendations.” Emily said with a frown on her face.

One of the reasons, my dad couldn’t stand me. Jade knew what happened to Emily five years ago. She knew because they studied at the same college. And even though they couldn’t be called best friends exactly, they got along well. While Jade was wild, bold and roguish, Emily was the complete opposite. She was soft-spoken, polite and studious. Though she did have a spur of valour in her veins, too—she was a Richmond after all. Bloody stubborn and impulsive. But it was her good heart and the desire to save the whole fucking world that led her to her demise.

“It’s over. Come out.” There was no response. I played with the bloody knife, cautiously watching for any signs of her. “I have a knife, Emilia.” She hated it when I called her that. It wasn’t her real name. Emily wasn’t short for anything. “I’m not afraid to use it.” Ever since we were little, Emily hated knives. It scared her for some reason unknown to me. She was here, but where? “Ceiling!” I heard someone scream. Kira?

It had been almost four years since she’d been here, learning how to deceive people by hiding her blindness. “M…me?” She wasn’t sure she’d heard that right. “Unfortunately, yeah,” he sighed, picking out some pieces of clothing that could barely be called a full outfit. Theo was disappointed that the only girl he liked here was now going to leave. But, nevertheless, he didn’t treat her the way he liked her. Luna turned around, counting the steps to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her but suddenly remembered Theo hated when she did that. Turning on the squeaky shower, a weird thought ran through her mind. What if the person who purchased her treated her like a toy? What if he found ou

Emily asked and scolded the girl gently. “How did you know I was stabbed?” Jesabell asked Emily. Emily paused and looked at Tyron. The man seemed to suddenly fall into deep thinking. She quickly thought about what to answer to the woman. “I’ve just heard the nurses talking about it.” One corner of Jesabell’s lips rose, and she looked at the woman sarcastically. “Did you hear my name too?” Emily cleared her throat. “You’re the only one I know who has been confined here who is also able to hurt itself.”

"I... I had a dispute with her on behalf of Azalea. I even scolded her and reported her to the police... I..." Callum didn't know about the dispute between them, so he was stunned as well. "This... Emily, don't think about it too much because you were also deceived at that time. Braelynn is different from Azalea. She is clear, righteous, smart, and loyal. She won't blame you!"

With no evidence that she didn't murder her aunty, no eyewitness, no one to clear her name, Emily end up in prison. ****End of flashback****

she taunts, relishing in her cruel words. Unbeknownst to them, Emily, a young maid working in the kitchen, overhears the exchange and feels a pang of sympathy for Nora. She listens intently, wishing she could offer her support. Seeing Nora's pain, Emily's heart aches for the young woman who just walks away, silently bearing the weight of Miranda's insults.

"Let them be, Aze Harp!" "A-Aze Harp?!" the group gasped. "You mean Aze Harp Montgomery?!". "What's wrong with him?" Emma asked in contempt. I never bothered to asked them but I want to. "I cannot let my father's death be neglected. I have a resolution that I will avenge him!" The staffs hindering me and Emma's way stared at us with shock. What did they know about the blind man Priam? "Your father?! Priam Montgomery?!" their leader was full of shock. "That blind man?"

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.