Pitch Perfect 2 Emily Junk Novels & Stories

, I silently said to myself. “Emily, this is Jocelyn. Jocelyn, this is Emily.” Mrs Emerson introduces. Jocelyn gave me a fake smile and turn her attention back to the plate in front of her. Everyone is quiet except for Ivory, who goes on and on about how she wants to decorate her new room in pink and have unicorn stickers all over the place. Jocelyn rolled her eyes a few times and glared at me with hateful eyes.

He just jiggles his wrinkles and flaps his loose flesh for five minutes, then grinds a non-existent dick on me for a minute… and done. Egotistical Emily isn’t about to marry a rooster of a man. I need satisfaction, not this weird shit.

They were claws. "See?" Julian whispered, floating beside her. "This is what you are. A Silencer. A Void-Witch." He smiled. It was a shark’s smile. "You aren't my mother. You are my food." He opened his mouth. It unhinged, revealing rows of needle-teeth. He lunged at her throat. Emily woke up screaming. But the scream didn't come out. Her throat was paralyzed by the drug. She lay there, mouth open in a silent shriek, tears streaming down her face into her ears.

🏢🏢🏢 "Aisshhh!...Nothing ever works out perfectly for me," Emily pouted her lips and angrily tossed away the unopened soju bottle. She took a deep breath, propping herself up on her elbows, and gazed at herself in the mirror, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. "Tsk tsk tsk," she muttered. But then, a small smile appeared on her face. "You're such a failure, Emily," she whispered to her reflection.

“Answer the question.” Emily bites her lip, eyes darting around the room. “It’s just… it’s a little kink thing, okay?” She gives a half-smile. “I thought maybe it’d be fun. Your birthday is coming up. I wanted to surprise you with a hot video.” He raises an eyebrow and then taps the side of his reading glasses. “I might be a bit shortsighted, Emily, but I’m not blind. Or stupid. How convenient that this little kink appeared the same day you saw Julie.”

The end tone cut her off. Did Emma just hang up on her? She gaped at the phone, she put it back in place. Her cell phone beeped again. DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION Jemi shifted her scrutiny back on the cell, blinking away. The message was coming in rapidly. How did he find out her email address? Motherfucker knew more than he was allowing. Pulling herself together Jemi typed back YOU EARNED IT. WHAT DO YOU WANT? The reply came almost immediately ATONEMENT

Jacqueline, a plump lady with an untamed bubble gum pink curly hair, who was the second witch on her team stood behind the door. As soon as she saw Emily, her warm smile fell off her face. Her mouth propped open. Emily gestured for her to come in, she stepped in carefully, the state of Emily's apartment made her jaw slack wider. "Em, did you fight with a troll or siren?" She deadpanned. Emily shrugged,

Shit, let it not be Matt! I turn around...and there he is...how does he do that! “Why do you always sneak up on people?” “Hey, pumpkin.” “I am not your pumpkin.” “Hey, my love.” “Definitely not that either.” “So you are feeling like jelly now?” “What?” “Your legs...I am looking at you. Do you feel like jelly?” “Ugh, no!” Sammy has conveniently disappeared...remind me to kill that girl later! “What do you want, Josh?”

he shouts back without missing a beat. I start the car. Oldie waves until we turn the corner. Emilia’s already fiddling with the radio, skipping every halfway decent song until she lands on some off-brand emo rap. “Christ.” “You could try judging me just a little less.” “Never.” I glance at her — face half-lit by the streetlights, fingers tapping idly on her thigh — and it takes everything in me not to lean over and kiss her until she forgets her own name. But I rein it in.