Pitch Perfect 2 Emily Junk Novels & Stories

What a fucking idiot. I am glad she's here. Maybe I'll stick around and just keep fucking around with her if she'll let me. I could settle for Rachel if she did get rejected. In fact, that sounds great. Maybe I need to speed things up. Show Josh what we are. The sooner he finds out the sooner he can reject her. I doubt he'd accept her if he throws a fit about Ember being with a jock. He seems like a fragile male.

“You seemed like the best choice. But love you? No, Josh… I love what you have to offer me! Isn't it the truth you would like? Isn't it the truth you all appreciate so much? Well then, Mr. Henderson… You're a hypocrite, and the country will be in ruins if it gets into your hands…” “Emily…” Erica takes a step towards her, but Emily continues with her madness… “Mrs. Henderson, this dress is HORRIBLE. You have terrible taste; it must have been a joke in your days?” “Emily…” Erica tries again, her voice louder and angrier…. What's this girl doing? “Joshua, you're a loser… I got more turned on by that mobster once, than in all these years with you…” “EMILY!” Erica shouts, drawing Emily's green ey

“I’ve seen the way she looks at Archie sometimes. I just… shrugged it off. Told myself it was nothing.” A short silence settled between them. “You know,” Ember said at last, turning to Piper with a look, “I really don’t get you at all.” Piper frowned slightly but didn’t respond. “Isn’t this a good thing?” Ember continued. “If Archie and Cecil click, if they actually like each other, you won’t have a reason to be sneaking around kissing him in secret.” Piper’s expression dulled instantly and Ember noticed. “Unless…” Ember slowed her words deliberately, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer and switched to Pig Latin, her voice dropping low. “Ou-yay ike-lay chie-Aray.”

“This time, I'll make sure she's the one who gets discarded.” After a few seconds, "Ding dong!" The elevator stopped, and she stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Checking the first door to her right. Emily entered the office, noticing the eerie silence. She wandered, taking in the decor, and her eyes landed on a small shelf with a violin hung on the wall. Her fingers itched to play, and she couldn't resist the urge. She carefully took the violin, tucked it under her chin, and began to play. The music flowed from her fingers like a river, filling the room with a melancholic beauty. Alex Grey entered the office, unnoticed by Emily, and stood still, entranced by the sound. His heart swelle

Emily entangled one of our hand together, while her other hand was caressing my face and she whispered “Just enjoy it niecey, and don’t scream much, because you will soon see the reason why I prefer Pussies over dicks.” Having whispering this, she slowly and intentionally pressed her pussy tightly over mine and the sensation was new. My mouth parted opened and I was trying to take in sharp breaths. She moved her hips, crunching our pussies together. I gasped immediately, my face knotting with the moan which threatened to split from my mouth. Emily pressed her finger over my mouth. “I told you, this is fucking Insane.” She paced up, riding on me vigorously and aggressively that it was shuttin

Me and my mother released our grip on each other, the echoes of the spell fading into the silence of the cave. With a growl, Emma stepped forward, her eyes blazing with defiance. "You are no more, Mrs Jenkins," she spat, her voice filled with triumph and the weight of justice. “You got what you deserved, and I hope you will rot now.”

I was laughing, gasping, pulling them both closer as the music pounded around us. "This," I breathed, "this is perfect." **** But back in New York, Emilia was anything but perfect. She stood in the living room of her and Jax’s mansion, surrounded by shattered glass and overturned furniture. She'd thrown every breakable thing she could find, vases, picture frames, the coffee table centerpiece. Her phone was pressed to her ear, tears streaming down her face. "Mom," she choked out when Gena answered. "Mom, he's cheating on me."

Emily was so angry that she swung her hand towards Emma, who instinctively retreated two steps. Felicia's beautiful eyes lowered, showing a touch of regret. Initially, her mother would have followed her words and let Emily off. But now... Emily was angry, and her face turned red. Furious, she said, "Emma, you are despicable!" Despicable? If you hadn't deliberately played tricks, this wouldn't have happened. Emma didn't flinch, and Erica pulled Emily back, saying, "Enough, you can't threaten people anymore!" Emma smiled, and in her dark eyes, a glint of sinister light made Emily feel as though a cold dagger was piercing her. But in just a blink of an eye, Emma's eyes returned to their clear s

Elma says giving way for Rachael to get into the elevator. “You will regret that. Bitch” Emily says, blood dripping from the side of her lips. “What? Did I punch too hard?” Elma taunts her. They charge at each other, snarling and tearing at each other’s throat, exchanging blows and kicks, Emily eventually overpowers Elma and pins her to the ground, “I am going to fuck you up,” Emily says as she licks her lower lip, “Are you sure? You look like you want to fuck me instead” Elma says, “I am going to wipe that smart mouth off your fucking face”.

I’m impatient to know what Shane's condition is now. After two hours of waiting I receive A call from an unknown caller, “Hello.” “Miss Roxy Santillian, we know that by now you already know what our business is all about.” “Damn it! How’s my girlfriend? Can I talk to her? I want to hear her voice.” I said while trembling in anger. Someone spoke to me in the familiar voice of a woman, “Roxy babe, do you miss me?” I clenched my fist as I heard her speak like that, “Amber! Don’t you dare lay your finger on my girlfriend!”