Emma Watson Hot Novels & Stories

TWO DAYS LATER "Hey, you! Come here!" A really arrogant girl in her early twenty called Elijah who was standing almost ten steps away from her, beside her oldie grandmother's luxurious car. She is Samantha Watson, another hire of the Watson family. She is young and beautiful but most of the beauty is artificial on her face as starting from the eyelashes to her teeth, they are all fake. From the look of her, it looks like she had done her lip and nose job quite a few times at this age. She was wearing a tight short dress while her dyed blonde hair was left open. She was wearing sunglasses which is why her eyes weren't visible and she was continuously fanning herself as the sun was shining hot

Shyane was not a bulky man, but he wasn’t scrawny either, and Emma… Well, she wasn’t a muscled-up woman either so overpowering a man twice her build seemed like a superwoman move on her part. “Mr. Watson, you wanted me to apologize for breaking a limited-edition Cartier, but did your Fiancé apologize to me for not only touching my watch without my permission but also breaking it?” Twisting his hand with every word, he screamed in pain and tried to break free but Emma’s grip turned out to be a lot more firm than it seemed. “You bastard! Let go of my son!” “Madam Watson, I would advise you to speak cautiously when speaking about my sister.”

If he had known this person would cause trouble for Emily's people, even if they were offered a large sum of money, they wouldn't have dared to accept it! "Let go of me! Let go of me!" Mrs. Watson was being dragged out by two security guards. Natalie locked eyes with Mrs. Watson, the former icy and the latter fierce. Mrs. Watson hated Natalie to the core. If she had known back then, she would have strangled that bitch when she entered the Watson family. Then she wouldn't have competed with her daughter for Mrs. Windsor's position, and her daughter wouldn't have ended up in this situation today!

“Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.” “That’s Cyprian Watson”. I announced “Wow, nice to meet you. I love your movies. I’m Demetria Hernandez.” She said, shaking his hand. “It’s my pleasure to entertain you, ma’am”. He flirted, kissing the back of her hand. “Take your filthy mouth off her. Nobody knows what it has touched today”. I gazed lowly, staring at him. I felt possessive about her. I want her for myself, no other man, not even my best friend.

“Did you just say honeymoon?” Everette’s face went red and averted his gaze. “Did I say that? I never said that.” “You just did, bunny. Don't take it back,” I said and grinned. “I will make sure that your first time will be worth it and memorable.” He shook his head. “You're imagining things, kitten. I will head to the kitchen and cook our dinner.” ------------- The Watson was a private cruise ship owned by the Watson themselves. It was huge, and luxurious enough to house different facilities which the vacationers would likely enjoy.

Michael asks us and I shrug while Emma taps her finger on her chin. “Steam please,” she says and I nod. They open a door and we step inside and the heat hits me in the face and I start sweating almost immediately. “Oh my God, this is insane. I can almost feel all the toxins leave my body,” Emma says a few minutes in. “Okay, aren’t we going to talk about that outside?” I let out and she shrugs her shoulder. I stare at my best friend that is completely naked now while I am wrapped in a towel. “Emma, he called me Mrs. Hayes, which means that Wyatt told them that.” I let out.

Well, Watson is Emma’s mate. “Did Watson do something, Emma?” I asked. I was already over the edge to finish him. She sensed it. She calmed me. “No. I mean No… He didn’t. He didn’t do anything. Instead, he had been so good to me, Viv.” She defended him. “Then, what else is it?” I eyed her. That was something bad. Very bad. She had never struggled with her emotions like that.

She had no more strength left in her, all her energy had dried up from the non-stop beatings in the last few days. A high heel suddenly appeared and viciously pressed against the back of her palm on the floor. Scarlett screamed from the stabbing pain. "You are so fucking pathetic, Scarlett. The way you desperately try to hold on to the formula is disgusting! You are just an abandoned wife and daughter. Who are you to hide the information about Drug F-350 from us? Spit it out, bitch!" Natasha Watson spat venomously.

My body has been feeling hotter and hotter and I guess it isn’t from the warm water. After a while of washing his back, Lucien turned around while reaching out to grab both of my wrists in his hands. My body froze as he locked his emerald green eyes with mine. Oh no, he can see my breasts! Without my hands to cover them, both my naked breasts are exposed to his sight. His eyes rove down from my face to feast on my tits and I felt my nipples harden. Slowly he moved his face closer and closer to mine, I closed my eyes half in fear and half in anticipation. I felt his hot breath on my ear as he whispered to me, “Let me wash your back, Natalia.”

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras