Emma Stone The Fappening Novels & Stories

The blonde kid with brown eyes smirked while her sister and friends sniggered. She placed her hands on her waist and stared down at the weeping girl in triumph. "Are you crying because we didn't give you a share of the meat? Don't worry, we have it right here," another thinner kid dropped the remaining roasted flesh of Connie in front of Sapphire. Sapphire peeped through her fingers and when she saw the body, she instantly knew that it was real. There was a hole on her forehead where the magenta gem once rested.

I did not get to finish it. It started as a murmur near the champagne table — a phone tilted toward another phone, a laugh that wasn't the kind you wanted at a wedding. By the time I understood what was on the screen, it was already everywhere. Grainy club footage, timestamped six days ago. Ace Stone's hands in some woman's hair. Her mouth on his. My hands. My mouth. I didn't need to see my own face to know. Someone near the string quartet said the groom's name like it was a headline already, and it was — Billionaire Ace Stone's Secret Kiss, Six Days Before I Do — spreading through phones faster than the string quartet could finish their song.

I hear a tapping sound as my eyes peel toward the top of the stone staircase. I almost choke on my drink. “Holy shit Kalen”. Kalen comes forward to see for himself. Emma is wearing a rose gold dress that accentuates all of her features perfectly. She starts down the stairs, watching her feet. I can tell she is slightly uncomfortable in her shoes. I start that direction and good thing I do because she trips and almost faceplants down a few stairs as I catch her. “Well that’s fucking embarassing” she scoffs at herself.

“Remember a couple of months ago, when you and I went to the mall? We decided to walk into that hella fancy place by the front and we laughed at the menu?” “He took you there?” “Full three fucking course meal with salad, soup, wine and desserts.” “The hell? Emilia didn’t say he was fucking loaded.” “I know right? Anyways, I’m gonna go shower. Because apparently I smell and look like a post-action porn star.” ***

His reputation turning to dust and his company going bankrupt. “Did you hear about—dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I turned to Summer, my tongue feeling like lead. “I…” I blinked hard when I heard the shouts coming from the dean’s office. “What’s going on?” Emma joined us, leaning back on her locker and going through her phone. Compared to me, she seemed like she just had a vacation in the Bahamas. “Our dean slept with a minor and accidentally uploaded the videos on Pornhub.”

Ken was just moaning as she did whatever it was that she was doing, enjoying himself. I could hear Esther's muffled laughter in the video, so excited. Nothing mattered more to her than a spicy gossip. “ Gosh, I still can't believe what I'm seeing”, Matilda typed. “ Same here. Are you sure this video isn't edited? Or are we sure enough that the girl there is the real Ella? It might be her doppelganger, you can never know”, I replied with a laughing emoji. “ It is her, and trust me, this is not the first time she's doing something like this”, Esther replied.

“Girl, some mates rip off their clothes the moment they meet. I’m not judging.” “Well, nothing like that happened. Unless you count me fainting as foreplay.” Tammy clutched her stomach, doubling over with laughter. “Oh my days. I would have paid good cash to see you faint at the sight of your mate.” “It’s not that funny.” “It is.” “Is not.” “Is.” Tammy wiped tears from her eyes, gasping. “Okay, okay. So you’re meeting him today?” Emma groaned. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Lucy admitted. "Not for me," Willow replied tossing her supposed trophy away, the skull attached spine. "Now you know why am called the 'Spine ripper'," she said walking away. They stared at each other and followed along shortly after. EMMA'S RESIDENCE, MIDNIGHT: Emma had just returned from peeing in the bathroom, and going back to sleep she hesitated, couldn't help the feeling like she was being watched. So she filled her palm with a bright, white light ball.

Yet she doubts her decision coming here. Emma turned to her to greet. “Oh, I’m Emma. Forgot to introduce myself.” Her fingers caressing a glass of vodka shot. As she turned to her, that shot hanging on her sleek fingers, Stacey noticed something unpleasant. The way Emma bent forward, her cleavage showed way too much, making her uncomfortable. As she moved her eyes to the table, she retracted herself, gazing at Amy, who seemed to enjoy the scene. She spoke up, “Stacey… Why not enjoy yourself. Have some drink,” others encouraged her too to have some, but she didn’t touch any.

I was terrified that Ethan would not forgive me if I created a scene for nothing. So I stared at her, fixated, waiting for the serious look on her face to be replaced with a smile as she announced that it was a prank and a silly joke. But when I noticed the beads of sweat on her forehead, when I turned to question her and saw the fear in her eyes, understanding that she sensed the perfume too and knew it belonged to her sister, Serena. I knew I had to raise an alarm immediately. Emma looked like she was going to pass out from the shock, and I couldn't even try to stop her because I felt just as scared.