Pitch Perfect 2 Emily Junk Novels & Stories

I go to turn around but get distracted by my phone beeping with a text message. "Dear Emma, you guys took so long looking for Emily that I got bored so we had to play some games to entertain ourselves, unfortunately for Emily she lost but she still has all her other fingers so it's not so bad. However, now it's time for us to play a game, and if you win you get Emily back but if you lose she dies. Look inside the box and you'll find your first clue. see you soon j x"

He scratches his five-o'clock shadow and clears his throat. "Emma, Model Perfect is not happy with you. There's a rumor going around that you dumped Hunter. Is this true? Because if it is, I will remind you that that is a breach of your contract with us." "Yes, I did dump him. After being hit by him on numerous occasions I had enough. So if you need me to turn in my resignation or you want to sue me for taking care of myself then whatever, Freddie. You guys have been so controlling over everything I do and say, I just want to be me."

DEX she is the love of my life and I love her a lot Joanne Look how sweet they are together Emily what can I say, things seems to be doing great DEX I just saw another investor I need to speak with don't worry I will be right back DEX kisses you on the cheeks and leave you with your dad and stepmom

“Spill..” “You walk in with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. Find Slade. Spill your guts. No more games, no more cryptic bullshit. Tell him straight: I want you, you idiot.” My heart jackhammered. “You think he’ll even listen?” Emily shrugged, but her eyes sparkled. “Worst case, you get closure. Best case? You get the guy.” “Why don’t we just kidnap him, duct-tape him to a chair, and—”

87 - Ryker I become conscious of a tingling brush along my face. I don’t open my eyes though. I savor the feeling. “That’s nice, Little Lamb, but yesterday sucked. Give me another hour.” A small giggle interrupts my thoughts quickly. I turn my head to see a bright-eyed Emily looking at me from her bed in the middle of the room. “Why do you call her a lamb? She’s not a lamb, silly Alpha!” She covers her mouth and laughs again. I can see the delight in her mother’s and Kennedy’s eyes. All three of them want an answer, an honest answer. Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

He stalked out, the door slamming behind him, leaving them in the wreckage of silence. The echo of the slammed door vibrated through the house. Silence followed. Thick. Suffocating. I turned slowly, my chest heaving, to face Emily. Emily smiled. A slow, curling thing that didn’t reach her eyes. She dropped the pretence of tears, the fragile quiver in her voice. Now it was just steel and venom. “Well,” Emily said softly, “that went better than I expected.” My fists clenched at my sides. “You’re disgusting.”

What do you think you know about yourself, do you even know who you are. Yes I know who I am and I know what am capable of. My name is emily, emily Micheal the daughter of michael John. And what ever it is, you have done to Nathan, I don't care because rights now he demand your head. Emily recited calmly Wow what a beautiful speech he was about to sip another when emily throw an object toward him. He let go of his glass cup and kicks the object one to see emily, aiming for his throat with her hands.

Narrator Emily stepped forward when her turn was announced. The lights above the stage dimmed slightly, and the music began. It was Gina’s song. From the first note, Emily sang with confidence. Her voice was steady and clear, carrying smoothly across the hall. She had practiced this song many times, and it showed. She understood the melody well and delivered every line with control. Her breathing was stable, and her pitch did not waver. Gina, standing by the side, raised her brows. She had to give it to Emily—she was a good singer. Even her expressions mirrored the lyrics well. Now Gina saw clearly how Emily could steal her song so perfectly.

But just as I came down from my high, I heard a voice. Her voice. "What a waste, that cum would have felt so good on my tongue," Emily. Emily was fucking here. Fuck.

Blood jetted across Emily’s sneakers. The bone eater thrashed, long legs kicking, revealing the nub of its cock and withered balls. That’s where Emily aimed her next swing. Thud. She castrated it with a single arc, drew the shovel back and ground the genitals into a pulp. Inky soup ebbed from the mess left behind, slow as honey, and her victory just as sweet. “Fuck you!” Emily screamed.