Hazbin Hotel Emily Fanart の小説・ストーリー

Emily paid the fare and got out. When she returned home, she discovered that Mrs. Zimmer had moved her belongings from the guest room to the master bedroom. Emily didn’t bother arguing. She quietly headed to the bathroom to shower. Afterward, she climbed into bed, intending to sleep. As part of her nightly routine, she picked up her phone for a bit of browsing. Unlocking it, she saw a message from Wilfred inviting her to view Haley’s artwork the following afternoon. She replied briefly, then spent a little more time browsing her phone before finally drifting off to sleep.

Casper asked “I'll handle it when the time comes , I just want to do what I always loved doing . I heard Cherly is modeling for a brand that's coming as a guest . I prepared a gift for her and I want to be there to watch it .” Emily said with a dark smile “Emily, this side of you is really scary . Just know I'll help you In any way I can .” Casper said “You suddenly being nice is shocking , did you hit your head somewhere and it's affecting your behavior.” Emily said shifting back Incase his mood changes

Tonight, that legacy was turning seventy. I looked across the tables set out with fresh flowers and gold-rimmed plates and spotted Emily, laughing at something Damian had just whispered in her ear. I smiled without thinking. She was wearing a pale blue dress that floated when she walked, and her dark hair was pinned loosely, a few curls falling in front of her face. It was strange how quickly I had warmed to her. But then again, Emily wasn’t like Maya. Emily didn’t slither through rooms. She didn’t cast shadows or build alliances with secrets. She was genuine, thoughtful, and, most of all, kind.

Emily is a master of seduction, however, Mathias just watches her game with empty eyes. Her fingers touching her breasts before tugging at her thin straps. The red silk slides down and pools at her waist, revealing her lacy bra underneath. Mathias stares at the combination of her tanned skin and that deep red fabric with a blank expression. It is like Emily’s most powerful weapon, she always feels way more audacious and in control with the color red. Her caramel skin owes itself to her South American roots as well as her fierce confidence. That’s what caught Mathias’s attention when they met years ago. Wow. His younger self had thought the moment he first laid eyes on Emily years ago. There’

Little did he know that fate had intertwined his life with Emily's in ways he could never have anticipated. When Eric encountered Emily, an undeniable spark of recognition ignited within him. He felt an inexplicable draw to her, sensing a connection that transcended their individual circumstances. Unaware of Tyler's involvement with Emily, Eric's heart swelled with a newfound purpose—to protect her from his father's clutches and grant her the freedom she deserved. As the young werewolf confronted his father, Gerald's wrath and determination to maintain control only intensified. Eric pleaded with Gerald to spare Emily from the proposed forced mating, arguing that true love and happiness could

Emma blushed. Will she be considered arrogant or a girl who likes to show off? He shouldn't have taken out his ZenBook while waiting for Baina. "Do you like drawing?" Zeny asked back. "Very like. Because my favorite is to be able to take me to a country known as the country of white bears," Emma replied proudly. "May I know what you're drawing? Incidentally, my sister also has a hobby of drawing," Zeny replied. Embarrassed and hesitant, Emma showed the gamer she had not finished making.

She was also 12. Silver, frizzy hair almost fully covers a full, charming face. Round blue eyes, set narrowly within their sockets, watch honorably over the toy village she's have been separated from for so long. A birthmark reaching from just under the left eye, running towards her left nostril and ending above her left eye, and leaves a captivating memory of her ex-love, Tommy Mostrils. The is the face of Imshu Emily Barnfield, a true leader among toys. She stands average among other children, despite her brawny frame.

I woke up the next morning hearing some giggling coming from the living room, i stood up and straightened my hair and walked out of the room to see Damien sitting comfortably with a young girl of about 19 years old She looks at me with a huge smile on her face "Good morning, I’m Joslin Damien’s younger sister" the smile never leaving her face, she stretched her hand forward I smiled awkwardly "I’m Emily,nice to meet you Joslin" i turn to look at Damien who was sitting down

The place had been abandoned, but not untouched. I found the bedroom last. The bed was stripped bare. Just a mattress and a single dent in the pillow, like someone had sat there recently. I froze. Then I saw the drawer. Second from the bottom, slightly ajar. I knelt and pulled it open. Papers. A flash drive. A picture. I picked up the photo with trembling fingers. Emily. But not like I remembered her. Not smiling. Not glowing. This Emily looked haunted. Eyes dark, mouth set. She was standing in this room, this room, with her hand resting on her stomach. Pregnant.