Emma Watson's Reading List Novels & Stories

From the first day I met her, I could tell how powerful she is but with the situation of things, it would be best if she kept all her ambitions whatsoever a secret because the littlest things could be described as treason and betrayal. I spent the rest of the day in the library, Maggie showed me some of the erotic novels she fancied and before the end of the day, she had gathered a long list of books she would love for me to read. Browsing through the library shelves, I found a book titled, "It Ends With Us" by Colleen Hoover. I liked the book immediately I read the first five pages. I added it to my collection and returned to my room with the books. Maggie said she needed some sleep so afte

’ ‘Yeah, but what about you? ‘I just need a few, I’m fine.’ She ignored the fact that she was soaked in rain water, it seemed to suit her mood and in her wolf skin the rain barely touched her skin. She stared out at the waterfall and the lake as if the raindrops dropping on the top of the water was the only thing that she could hear.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

Emma asked the chef, who was busy chopping up some chives to garnish the soup which was boiling beside, while a few other servants were going about doing their routine tasks. “Mrs. Watson, only salad and the morning drinks are remaining, the rest all are prepared.” “Get the coffee ready first, Madam Watson would be going down any moment now. Also, prepare the detox drink Mr. Watson asked for yesterday.” “Yes, Mrs. Watson.” Amanda replied with a respectful nod, as Emma nodded and made herself busy preparing the honey-lemon water. After she was done, she placed it on a tray, along with a pill on a small decorative plate, and brought it back upstairs to her shared bedroom with her husband.

"That lady just now was Emilia Watson. She's from the Watson family, one of the 'Eight Affluent Families' in Dawsbury. She is the only girl among the younger generations of the Watsons. Mr. and Mrs. Watson Senior only had five sons. They were over the moon when they finally had a granddaughter. Naturally, they spoiled her rotten, contributing to her arrogant personality." Lana had no interest in her personality whatsoever, but there was one thing that concerned her. She leaned in to ask, "Dy, does that person not like me?" Mandy didn't think much of it, and a trace of disdain crossed her face. "Lana, I don't think she has any ill will toward you. Emilia is always indifferent to everyone. Aft

She was wearing pajamas and a cardigan, her hair loose around her shoulders. "You scared me," I said, pressing a hand to my racing heart. "Sorry," Natasha said, not looking particularly sorry. "I've been up for hours. Jet lag from all the moving around, I think. Or just... everything." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Join me?" I sat down, tucking my legs underneath me. "What are you reading?" Natasha held up the book so I could see the spine. The Count of Monte Cristo. "Seemed appropriate. A story about revenge and redemption and whether the two can ever really coexist."

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

The class groaned loudly. “Mr. Matthew,” the girl with the bee stung-like lip whined, “you just asked us to read The Great Gatsby just last month.” “I know, Sarah,” he said, clearly unbothered. So her name was Sarah. Interesting. “And I believe everyone in this room is capable of reading three books a month. That’s barely one per week.” Emma had read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest five times. She practically had it memorized. Her Aunt Mary had given her the book with a sticky note that read: “Read this and never settle for being ordinary.”

With her words, Wills Waltson could easily accept it. "Then I'll accompany you there tomorrow ." She nodded her head, and replied, "Sure." She picked up the book, and just as she was about to continue reading, she heard Wills Watson say: "It's already past nine, you're still reading?" After looking at the time, she put down the book and returned to her bed. "When you read through it, you forgot the time." Wills Watson said in frustration: "A woman like you really can ruin a man's confidence."