Pitch Perfect 2 Emily Junk Novels & Stories

“How dare you lay a hand on Mika?” Emily arched an eyebrow, her composure unwavering. She remained seated, her gaze cold and assessing. “I beg your pardon?” she said, her tone sharp, each word slicing through the tense air. “Don’t play dumb with me,” Jaden snapped, stepping closer to her desk. “You heard me. What kind of person are you to hit her?” Emily chuckled—a cold, humorless sound that sent a chill down his spine. She stood slowly, her movements deliberate, and crossed her arms as she approached him.

Emily said catching Cherly off guard “ It's weird talking to you about it . You are the exact replica of her but you look strange …” Cherly said looking at her “I feel tired , since we already clarified the situation, don't bother me again . “ Emily said getting up Cherly looked at the tea before looking at Emily , why wasn't there any reaction . She spiked the tea . Cherly wasn't a fool . She made a plan to capture the woman and if she confirmed that she wasn't the one before she'll leave her but if she's Emily whether she had lost her memory or not she'll kill her this time there wouldn't be any mistake .

Chapter 152 “Greetings, everyone. My name is Emmy Young, and I will be performing.” The judges nodded politely, but after looking through her profile, their faces showed some impatience. Apart from the fact that she was Vince’s wife, there was nothing else on Emmy’s profile. She had not attended any music school, and there was nothing to indicate that she had prior experience in playing the piano. For other participants, it was at least they were in a music school, or they had played the piano on several occasions.

Stay on track. “Look, Emilia,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady and calm, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about the mess, but I didn’t spill. I didn’t tell her anything.” Her eyes narrowed at me, clearly not buying it. "Right,” she said with sarcasm. “Because the woman you’ve been conveniently fucking—whose father owns the building where you just happened to pitch for my showcase—had nothing to do with this disaster. “You expect me to believe that?”

Emily muttered quietly. Veronica smiled and sweetly said, “Listen bitch. This disrespect is over. You ate my pussy. You devoured my pussy. You did such a good job there’s no way I’m going to just let you get away. You will fuck me whenever I please. Does that sound good to you? Emily was suddenly turned on all over again, and she smiled back at Veronica. She liked the way this was going to go.

Her eyes shone with a brilliance that rivaled the stars. She raised her hands slowly and then let them descend gracefully onto the keys. The melodious notes flowed effortlessly from her fingertips, filling the vast hall with their enchanting presence. Her timing was impeccable, transitions seamless as a meandering stream. The tones she produced were resplendent, and her emotions swelled and surged with each note. The judges on the panel were momentarily stunned. Emily's expression evolved from initial disdain to bewilderment and finally settled into a state of profound disbelief.

she says goodbye with a bow, and that makes Alfonso laugh, she always has some mannerism of royalty, sometimes I don't know if she does it to make fun of us or because it really comes naturally to her. We wait for her to turn around to continue our conversation, the one with too much mystery. I go to my chair and know that I'll be staying longer, it's advisable to sit down and not stand. I carefully step over any sharp pieces of glass around the desk. I listen attentively that Emilia has been visiting the company with the excuse that she's pregnant. Emilia? She's one of my ladies, correction, one of my ex-ladies. I have nothing with her or any other woman except Gisela.

A sad, emotionally confused potato with a crush on a British sociopath she absolutely did not have a crush on. "You've been in here all day," Emily said from the doorway as she made her entrance into the room. "Maybe I like it here." "It smells like sadness and old pizza." "That's my emotional support pizza." Emily walked in with a box of pizza in her hands and flopped down beside me. Her pink glittery phone case caught the light and sent sparkles across the ceiling. Everything about her was sparkly. Even her energy. Especially her energy and honestly at this moment i loved her energy.

she said. A pause. “I would’ve helped you.” Marcus laughed. A short, sharp sound. “That’s exactly why I didn’t.” Silence. Emily didn’t understand for a second. Then— It hit her. “You needed someone clean.” Marcus nodded. “Exactly.” A pause. “You were perfect.” The words landed like a slap. Not loud. But painful. Emily’s eyes darkened. “You really think this ends here?” Marcus leaned back. Relaxed again. Like he had already won.

Not only did I have to put up with my father today, but I also have to be reminded of my nemesis two nights ago? The ‘unfortunate incident’ that threw up all over me and hurried out the next day without as much as an apology. Her eyes widened as they met mine and the voices all around me faded. Her eyes…they were unusual. A kind of deep emerald green. Recognition flashed in them and her lips parted slightly. I squinted my eyes a bit, trying to draw the connection between the drunk lady two nights ago and the composed one who sat before me. She looked away first, dropping her gaze to her palms that rested on her thighs.