Emmett Forrest Legally Blonde Musical の小説・ストーリー

Emmett stood with one hand in his pocket and his other hand scratching his head idly while Blade had both hands tucked into the pocket of his jeans. Their conversation came to an abrupt end but instead of walking over towards me, Emmett headed in the opposite direction. He was heading towards the other group of guys that were at the park while Blade remained immobile and I watched him like a hawk. Feeling my eyes on him, he suddenly turned and approached the swing with a laid-back manner all while wearing an amused expression. My mind snarled and yelled for him to go away but my lips didn't part and no sound came. Even under the moonlight, I could still see his deep green eyes as brightly as

Couples strolled by, hand in hand, adding to the lively atmosphere. Ember chose a long crimson dress paired with a wool coat to match the occasion, striking the perfect balance between playful charm and elegance. As gentle snowflakes began to fall from the sky, Ember instinctively reached out to catch them, only for a shadow to appear overhead. It was Forrest. He adjusted her scarf and tilted the umbrella toward her side in a natural gesture. "Sorry, did you wait long?" His thoughtful action brought a soft pink hue to Ember's cheeks. She smiled and shook her head. "Not at all."

Tears streamed down her cheeks like broken beads, her beauty stained with grief. She knew—if she gave in tonight, her life would be ruined. Forever. “I’ll beg BM Group. Or Connor. The Ledger family is our in-laws—they’d be better than this, right? Please, Dad, I swear I can do it…” “Beg? You think I haven’t already?” Emmet sneered. “Ledger family’s shutting their doors on us. BM Group? Not a chance.” Then he softened again. “It’s just one night, my dear. Just tonight. I’m begging you.”

Fine, I guess. Once the contract was signed, Emma received the script. After reading it, she went straight to Landon. "Do you know any ballet dancers or people involved in musical theater?" Emma asked. "Why?" Landon asked, puzzled. "Isn't this a fantasy drama? What's it got to do with that?" "It is a fantasy drama, but... this character is so graceful and classical. I feel like only someone with a background in musical theater or ballet could capture that kind of movement," Emma explained, scratching her head. "But it's probably too late for me to learn that now."

His eyes were looking at her resentfully. The hint of panic flashed across Jean's eyes. Tyler's bodyguard was still beside her. If Emmett couldn't maintain his composure and acted rashly, everything would be over. Her heart was about to jump out of her body as she saw Emmet inching his way closer. This time, Simone skipped toward Jean from the inside. She grabbed Jean's hand and said with a smile, "Ms. Michaels, my aunty said you were here for Emmett's birthday. She asked me to invite you on stage to perform a song. Would you be okay with that?"

“It’s up to the both of you if you want to take her up on the offer. I’m not going to stop you if you decide to do it.” “I need to talk it over with Caitlyn first” Lester whispers, glancing over at the man in the corner. “Is that Alexandro? He won’t stop staring over here” he tells the pair as they turn to see who Lester was talking about as Alexandro quickly turns away from them. “If looks could kill, Emms would be dead five times over.” Emmett grins before putting his arm around Simone’s waist; “I could give him something to be pissed off about” he whispers in Simone’s ear as she starts to giggle. “Or that would do” he adds as Marie comes into the green room to collect the designers.

Loads of she-wolves suddenly moved towards Emmett. "Seems our mate is hot property." Soairse snarled in my head. "Alpha Emmett so fabulous to see you" a blond barbie in a pink gown giggled as she touched his arm. Soairse growled "Dont touch my mate" she roared Throwing myself forward between Emmett and the giggly blonde resisting the unusual feeling I had to slap her I instead mustered a huge smile and stuck my hand out.

“But he has requested that you wait here for you stylist team to get you ready for the ball.” “Nonsense,” I say with a wave of my hand. “I want to see my mate.” Emmett looks like a goalie as he tries to block my way. Each step I take he is two steps ahead of me. I go right and he is standing in front of me. I go left and he is already there. Our eyes meet and I glare at him, and he gives me a sorrowful shrug. Knowing that he isn’t going to let me through willingly I decide to trick my way through. Faking left I point to something over his left shoulder and slide under his right arm and head down the stairs but not before turning to Emmett and sticking out my tongue in his direction.

What you need, babe, is a number one Can't you see, babe, I've got what you've been waiting for? What you need, babe, is work of art What you need, babe Come get it, I got it Emmett came back from the bathroom, a white towel on his hair. He smiled when he spotted Tom dancing and he decided not to bother him. He leaned against the wall and kept watching him. Tom was enjoying himself, dancing to the loud music, then he gasped when he felt two hands resting on his waist. He gulped when Emmett put his chin on his shoulder and started moving with him.

Ember mumbled under her breath. “Let’s come and meet him,” The blonde rose from the bar stool, tugging at the bottom of her plunging neckline to dramatically enhance her cleavage. Before her friend could react, the blonde caught her by the arm and ushered her to where Blackstone stood with now a crystal glass in his hand. Ember's curious gaze followed the two. The blonde spoke to him. Icen Clayton Blackstone temples scrunched into a frown and although he wasn’t talking to Ember, she found herself uneasily biting her lower lip. She couldn't hear him, but the words were loud and clear. Get lost.