Novel & Cerita Emmett Forrest Legally Blonde

Black ink filled my feet as I felt my stomach churning. When I thought I was going to have the best night of my life in a long time. He was here. But this time, he looked different from the usual nerd I had always known him to be; his blonde hair was low, just like Emmett's. He was muscular, just like Emmett. The smile he had on his face was recognizable, it wasn't the kind he had worn two years ago, the frames of his glasses were much more fashionable.

I promise. The Luna's eyes finally lights up with hope. She stands from the seat with a grateful smile. "Her name is Emma Abrams. She has pitch black hair, big blue eyes and is just as tall as me." She says and a wave of shock runs through my body like a jolt of lighting. She couldn't be speaking of my wicked mate, could she?

My mind flashed back. “Wow Kay. You look great!” Emett said, holding blue and green carnations up to me. He was dressed in a tux, looking amazing. I reached out and grabbed the flowers from him, wearing a dark blue strapless dress. “Thank you Emett.” “I’m glad you decided to come with me,” he said, “I promise you we’re going to have so much fun.” I smiled. “I hold it to you sexy.” He grinned.

"a lopsided grin tugged at Abigail's lips. Lena brimmed in excitement and nodded. "Yes, mother. I'll do anything." Abigail turned to her and giggled. "How about njm for an husband too? What do you think?" Lena grins widened. "He is quite good, but he has already been stained by crazy big sissy but we can always wash him, right? He would be running after me soon."

Absolutely nothing. “You have to. Or I'm going to force you!!” “Millie just stop okay.” “No, I won't. As a member of our family, I won't let you embarrass us with such a hair color. Emery had black hair.” “I'm not Emery.” I pointed out, tears filling my eyes. “I agree, she was much better than you.” Millie gritted her teeth in anger and she suddenly grabbed me by my wrist. “Let me go,” I yelled, struggling with her.

The brainstorming she had with the group earlier come up with a name for the company Simone liked. Emmett pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through his contacts. “There’s no need for you to get involved” Simone argues, trying to pull his phone out of his hand. Emmett stands up and places the phone above his head. ‘I know she prefers to do things herself; why can’t she let me help her for once’ he complains in his mind. “Is it wrong, I want to help my wife?” Emmett asks as Simone tries to jump and grab his phone from his fists; giggling. “I have the best lawyers in the city working for me.”

It’s a surprise how her tall thin frame could hold that many bags. But that was the least of my problems in her outfit. Her hair... “You dyed your hair blonde???” I gasp getting on my feet to feel the texture of her hair. It looks surreal. Emily is African American... Why did she think of going blonde? What is going on? She dumps the bags on the settee in the sitting room, clearly not aware of Dimitri’s presence. She removes the cap and her hair bounces in the process. “Ignore me.” She glares at me intensely. “Look at you Dee, living here like a hermit.”

"Emmett, go wait outside the pits. I want you to be the first person Lilith sees when she gets out of there. Then take her back to your place and get her settled in. You can do whatever you want with her, torture-wise. But you're not allowed to kill her. Understood?" Emmett nodded, slipping his hands into his pocket. His blonde hair fell over his eyes from the movement. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms. He's always appeared to be the most relaxed out of all of us, but behind those blue eyes and calm demeanour is a monster just like the rest of us. It's his easy smile and his steel blue eyes that make him a dangerous predator.

Alex chuckled, garnering everyone's attention. Desiree immediately darted her eyes at him and asked, "What's so funny?" "Nothing, I just remembered the way the Sinclair family treated Emma. She was the Luna of the pack but she was reduced to the position of a maid within the household. Is this how the Sinclair family treats their women?" The crowd collectively chuckled, fueling her anger. She asked, "You! Who are you?" "I am Alexander Frost, Emma's lawyer."

Thanks to Rose and Wynne, I was able to get the information about Emmett's birthday that he never celebrates and had never been at home for until hopefully this year. Since he is going to be a new year birthday celebrant, we wanted to settle for colors that suggest new beginnings. We finally decided to work with white, lavender, orange and Emmett's favorite color, purple. Having settled for a color palette, we started surfing through various cake designs I would bake with Rose. Then, my phone started buzzing. It was a call from Emmett. Sitting on one of the chairs in the room, I picked the call. My chest felt fluttery and strange. "Amber." Emmett's deep, smooth voice said into my ear.