Pitch Perfect 2 Emily Junk Novels & Stories

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.

"Miss Valentine, thank you for coming in. I'm Emily Jenkins. Please, have a seat. Now, how can I be of assistance?" "Well, as I said on the phone, I need a job. I'm hoping you can help me find one." Emily nodded as she glanced down at the paperwork Laura handed her before the prudish looking woman made a quick exit. More like an escape. Mrs. Jenkins didn't say much as she perused the anorexic file. How did I ever think this would work? "There isn't much here as far as skill set. No education. You dropped out of high school. What have you been doing for income?"

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.

Hopefully, this new one would do at least as well as the last and she would be financially savvy enough to put some money aside, unlike last time. “Probably not though,” Emily uttered, shaking her head as she made her way to the kitchen and the cheap coffee pot she had since college. She was topping her cup off when she heard a small sound from the front door. At first, she wasn't sure that she heard anything at all. Pink Floyd's The Piper at the Gates of Dawn was playing at maximum volume from her computer's speakers. The noise could have easily been some odd sound effect she had never noticed before. She smiled and had all but dismissed the noise when it happened again.

I tired to calm her down . "Cheer to us and cheers to life ." She vaguely smiled at me .I brought her glass forward .As she took a sip of the juice .She immediately ran to the bathroom .I was shocked .I called the maids and asked them to check on the juice .I ran and went toward the washroom. "Emily open the door ,Let me check on you .",She screamed at me . "Noo don't please its dirty ", I could hear her vomiting , "Emliy please let me in ,Its not dirty you need my help ,Please naa .Let me in ."I heard the flush's sound .

I asked 🗨️ "Disband the music fairies and quit music. You have exactly 24 hours to make your decision or the next thing you'll be seeing on your phone are pictures of Emily's dead body" He said and ended the call... 🎙️ Emily's POV 🎙️ I slowly opened my eyes and gosh, I feel so weak I look around, am in a dark place, I can barely see And am tied to a chair What happened? I clearly remember getting into a cab

Never dimming, not even once! We held on to each other for what felt like forever, it felt like eternity or an infinite number of moons. Go ahead, keep on calling me cheesy, I don't even care anymore. I could as well just say, hey, I'm Calvin and I don't give a fuck what you think cause this woman is the love of my life and I'm madly in love with her. Eventually, we pulled apart and as I looked straight into her teary eyes, she looked right back into mine and even with her swollen eyes and lips and red cheeks, she still looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. In fact, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

But I had to leave. Memories start flashing back and I try my best to avoid them. *FLASHBACK* “Leon” - Emily says while she holds my hand “Yes?” - I say smiling back at her “Will you mark me?” “I will” “When?” - she asks “Whenever you want” - I say bringing her hand to my lips and placing a kiss on her hand. “I am ready” - she says and I smile at her. “So am I” - I tell her. This is it. I am going to mark Emily. I am going to mate with her. I just need to get us away from the packhouse. I don’t want my first time to have people listening.