What Happened To Emily's Face In Twilight นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At dawn the next day, I called my brother and told him I wanted to leave early. He agreed right away, even promising a surprise for when he picked me up. As soon as I hung up, my body felt weak all over. The door suddenly burst open with a loud bang. Ivy stormed in, her pregnant belly visible, and threw a handful of silver dust all over me. “Emily, you really are a bitch. Your mate dies, and you come sniffing around mine? You really think you're the family's favorite, don’t you?!” Her eyes were full of venom. She sneered and took out a lighter, setting fire to the curtains.

he moved closer to her and cupping her face in his hands, the hotness of his hands warming the iciness of her skin and she relished in his touch. “I came for you Jackson” she whispered to him, his hands still on her face and she placed her hands on top of his “No Emily, you shouldn’t not have come here at all. If anything happens to you, I’ll never be able to forgive myself” “Nothing is going to happen Jackson” she was going to say when the suddenly bright white light filled the room and they both saw James approaching them, a mocking smile on his face. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt? By all means go ahead” he said and Emily turned her gaze back to Jackson, her brows raised in confusion, fea

The only thing left was convincing Emily. A familiar pair of heels clicked against the floor. I looked up. Emily. The moment she spotted me, her face softened. “There you are.” She walked over quickly. “I was mad at you earlier.” She stopped in front of me. “But I’m not anymore.” Her hand found my arm. She pressed a kiss to my cheek before sitting directly opposite me. I forced a smile. “That’s good.” Then her eyes narrowed. “Wait.” She leaned closer. “What happened to your eyebrow? Why is there a slit there?”

Then, “Yes, sir.” Harrison opened the door slowly. Emily was standing near the window. Her back was facing him. Her shoulders looked stiff. “Why are you in your room this early?” he asked calmly. “I was just resting, sir.” Her voice sounded strange. Soft. Broken. Harrison stepped closer. “Turn around,” he said gently. Emily hesitated. Then she slowly turned. Harrison froze. There was a red mark on her cheek. Clear. Fresh. His eyes darkened immediately.

he murmured. Emily found herself at a loss for words or actions. She lay there, feeling powerless and breathless, as he continued to kiss her scars. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she hiccupped, causing him to return to kissing her. In a moment of vulnerability, she made the mistake of touching his face. And just like that, he was gone. The sound of her door closing confirmed his departure, cementing the reality of what had just transpired. She was left in disarray, her emotions in turmoil. A tear escaped her eye as the realization sank in.

Emily watched in horror as the coffee spilled on the figure’s hand—down to his suit and Italian shoe. She yelped in horror, also expecting the victim of her carelessness to scream in pain but was met with silence. Her eyes sought the identity of this superhero while she began to ramble out an apology. “I am so…” the words froze mid air as her eyes settled on his face. She was fucked! Emily lost her tongue and a wave of cold nervousness drenched her. For a second he remained still, glaring at her with looks that could suck the life out of anyone.

Emily’s voice froze mid-sentence as she stepped into the room, her eyes locking on the scene in front of her. My eyes immediately moved to Helen who appeared to be in shock. She turned around to look at me and it was like she then realized she was naked. She quickly stood up and grabbed the duvet on the bed to cover her body. Emily stood by the door, still in shock, I could see her head working a mile per hour as she was trying to process what she just witnessed. “What the hell is going on here?” She yelled at the top of her voice, her eyes screaming murder as she stared at me. For the first time, I saw pure rage in her eyes.

I'm going to get you covered; those wounds aren't good at all. Everyone keeps telling me I can face him. They don't even know anything about me. He is my father; can you believe that? Emily mumbled before she fell unconscious. What! What are you talking about, huh? Who is your father? Emily, talk to me. When Bella got no response, she knew Emily must have fallen asleep. A few hours later, she woke up, and the first thing that came into contact with her eyes was the bright sunshine of the early morning. It took her a few minutes to adjust to the light.

"You must go now, Tyler. I have to get home before they start asking for me." Tyler nodded and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "I will see you tomorrow, Emily." Emily nodded and watched as Tyler left. With a feeling of sadness, she continued on her way home, but no sooner had she taken a few steps before a strong wind blew and she found herself on her knees with her hands covering her face. The force of the wind got stronger, and it sent fear through Emily as she felt it was going to carry her away. "Ahhh..." She screamed out in fear, and before she could understand what was happening before her, a ray of light emanated from her right. It was so sharp that its effect almost blinded her.