Novel & Cerita Does Emma Watson Sing In Beauty And The Beast

"It’s true. Emma was born mute. The pack doctor said her vocal cords were damaged somehow, and they’re not sure if she’ll ever be able to speak." I looked down at the little girl in my arms. She was so young, so beautiful… and yet, she would never be able to speak. I tickled her belly, and she burst into silent laughter, her little body shaking with joy. "You like my sister, don’t you?" Matthew asked. I nodded, smiling. A small grin spread across his face. "You’re a pretty lady. I like you." His cheeks turned pink. "Aww, thank you, Matthew." "You can call me Matty," he grinned, showing off his two missing front teeth.

Her body yearned for mine, and while I took her up the stairs, she kissed me all over my face over a million times. It's a moment I had dreamt of over a million times. “Tell me you love me.” I demanded, right before throwing my door open. “I love you, Chase.” She obliged. “Is it really you talking, or the hormones?” I asked her. “It's Emma, Emma Watson.” That put all the finality I wanted to it, she initiated a kiss which lasted up till I threw her on the bed. Emma was expecting me to go down on her, hell, I expected myself to too, but I remembered…

I said softly. “Wh-what?”. She asked in confusion. “You heard me, Camilla. Just sing, please”. I said and stepped back. She stared at me in surprise and then smiled softly. She went back to tending to the flowers and started singing again. I sat down and stared at her in admiration. How could someone be so… perfect? “You should be sleeping y'know". I said calmly. She looked up at me and giggled. “You should be sleeping as well. Being back at work must be hectic for you.”. She replied

But Belle wasn't pleased to go and visit the pitiable werewolves in the community. " Mum, is it really necessary for me to be there?" Belle grumbled frustratedly and wanted to let her mother know she wasn't pleased with visiting the lowly werewolves. " C'mon Belle, it will be good. Just be patient," Emilia shook her head at Belle's words but tried to convince her daughter. Huh?! Belle rolled her eyes and mumbled incoherently.

she asked when she reached her "my dad. more like a deal of some sort, hop in" and they drove away, the car speakers on full volume, while Emma sang along. "That's not the lyrics" Jemi interjected amused "what do you know?" she laughed "Emma no one's gonna sing 'imma take you ice cream, and imma rot your teeth" "I like the way I sing it better" she replied unconcerned "or since you can why don't you" "naw lemme"

He curled his fingers around the handle and twisted it which made Bern groan and whimper even more. “Who sounds like a little bitch, now?” he taunted him, burying it deeper and twisting the knife even more. I stood there in shock, blinking several times just to see if I was just dreaming again. But the sound of pain got louder and louder and no one dared to stop them. No one dared to step in and stop Zeke. Even Amir was just staring at them, his hands crossed on his chest and his expression tells me that this is just normal. After mustering up enough strength and courage I finally cleared my throat and called out to him.

"Who Em?" "I don't know!" Emma cried while tears rushed down her big eyes. "I-I couldn't see his face. The lights went out and he-" Emma let out, a few sobs escaping her lips along with the words. "He touch-touched me." Even the thought of someone tainting her body made her shudder in fear. Old as she was, she still feared a lot of things. Bees, storms, flights dark, and violence. She had heard things, heard people becoming a victim of the man-beasts that ruin lives just for the sake of their pleasure and desires.

I swear she was more like her father in attitude with every passing year. Once back inside I sat next to Emma, stroking her hair. “Little one do you want to talk about it?” I kept my voice soft and at that moment I wished I could read her thoughts. For our own protection, I had forced that part of me that knew magic deep down. Not wanting the wrong people to find us in my protected lands but for a moment I considered using them. “I just… why?” Emma’s voice was broken, confused, and hurt. “Well, her father is a wolf…”

Before she could explain, the two girls with her scurried out of the room. Emma closed her toolbox slowly, then leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair off my pale face. Her lips pressed in a thin line before she whispered, kissing my hand softly, “You cannot die now, Scarlet Underwood. You are the eye of the gods, and we need you.” My breath hitched—or it would have, if I still had one. Eye of the gods? What did she mean? I wasn’t a goddess. Damien called me that only to compliment my beauty, yes. But Emma… Emma meant it. Every word.

She was able to move frantically. "No, no, this is not me. Grace is plotting against me!" Emma cried out, her voice shrill and desperate. “This can not be me. This is some magic, she must have done that. She could do anything. She hurt me, tried to kill my child.” she screamed, and looked at her mother, father or judges, or anyone who would believe her. I watched her break down with mild curiosity. The werewolf council and Judges shared glances, and maybe they were talking through magic, so only they could hear each other.