Emily Osment Weight Novels & Stories

She was now Emily Monroe -Westbrook—or at least she would be for a year. Her phone buzzed, and she saw a message from Liam: Be ready at 7 p.m. tomorrow. We’re making our first public appearance. Emily’s stomach churned. She wasn’t ready for this—not the scrutiny, not the judgment, and certainly not the charade she’d just signed up for. But there was no turning back now. She had made her choice. And whatever came next, she would face it head-on.

All heads turned to see who had arrived. Emily Walton walked in with an air of confidence and poise that immediately commanded attention. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and shimmering with a natural sheen. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features—a touch of smoky eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes, and a hint of blush enhancing her high cheekbones. Her lips, painted a deep, commanding red, curved into a polite but distant smile.

Emily watched from the side… Although she was in a hurry, it was not the first time for her to be in such a situation! She said, “Brother Tristan, you don’t know that in the past half a year, she has always been like this… She often doesn’t eat anything. Sometimes, I urged her to finish eating, but she vomited again soon! That’s why she lost more than 20 kilograms in half a year!” As if she found a listener, Emily revealed everything about Stella! Stella blushed when she heard that…

Emily smiled kindly at me, even if I was staring at her with wide eyes rather than greeting her. "Hey, we met at Robert's house the other day?" She kindly smiled at me. Emily really did look like she walked straight out of a Twilight book, she was flawless in every way. With maybe the exception of the similar scars on our hands. Her white blonde hair was up in a ponytail, yet it still reached her lower back. She wore a black fake leather skirt paired with a burgundy top and carried a handbag that was probably worth more than I had ever made in my life. She was the supermodel on the runway, and my sweatshirt had been in my wardrobe since highschool.

"Now, dear Charlie, do you think you can move out from the door? Let me in?" He tilts his hand and moves aside, "Maybe." I enter and find Emilia in the leaving room. She's eating popcorn, her eyes glued to the television, lying on the sofa. "Hey, blonde," I sit on her legs. "What are you watching?" "Ouch!" she shrieks. "That hurts! You have to understand my legs can't take your fifty-five kg weighed butt." She glances at the clock. "Actually, it's fifty-two."

This wasn't the first time this happened. In seconds, Emily walked into the room wearing a black, satin robe. She looked as gorgeous as ever, especially in that robe. My God! I couldn't believe she was my daughter. She was average height at about five-foot-four and was probably a hundred and forty pounds. Her breasts, just hidden behind the black material had grown into a B-cup since she went through her pregnancy.

After the hair was done, the makeup artist painted the two with delicate makeup, and by now it was late afternoon. Amelia asks Emily, "Should we change now?” Emily smiled and shook her head, "No change, let's eat something first." Amelia also laughed, "Emily, why do you know how to eat all day long, but you don't see you gaining weight even though you eat so much." Emily gave her a blank look and said, "Aren't you the same? Didn't you always eat a lot when you were happy, but you still maintain your figure so well after all these years."

Kimberly barely even retaliated or she would be in much worse trouble. After waiting for a few minutes, the door to the room finally opened and an officer led Emily in. She was still handcuffed, but luckily for her, they freed her of the handcuffs before leaving. I appraised her form. “You have gotten thinner.” Emily had always been obsessed with maintaining a thin form, going on several diets as many times as she could to make sure she stayed fit. “The food is ass in here.” She scoffed and sat down in front of me with a table diving us.

’ Yes, just like mine. ‘It's not that much of a big deal and he's a horrible person anyway. You had to have been there to see how he looked at me.’ I replied quietly. I still felt really bad. Emily stirred, took a sip of her coffee and laughed. ‘I wouldn't mind any of that, you don't get that kind of man anywhere.’ Emily's designer West bag sparkled on the table and I thought it was quite ironic how I was the one who encountered Eros west. Emily was a model and most of her shoots were for big fashion houses and industries like MELT and West Inc. The day she caught a glimpse of Eros in person, she was an absolute mess for weeks. She spent all her money on acquiring West designer items. They

was the concept. Emily sent a picture of herself wearing a short purple fitted jumpsuit gown, paired with white sneakers. Lily's eyes widened in surprise—she had never seen Emily dress like this before. Emily's slim waist stood out, and her straight brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving two strands framing her face, making her look absolutely stunning. Sarah also sent a mirror snap of herself. She was wearing a red sleeveless crop top with black shorts and black boots. Her dark brown curly hair cascaded down, making her as hot as ever.