Emma Watson's Reading List Novels & Stories

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot. “You are not stupid people and you know why I initially came to the island. Do you think that I am some kind of loose woman?”

Nick dismissed Maverick with his finger motion and then opened the file. Name: Emma Watson Age: 26 years Education: Normal academic education with top grades. Family background: A single child of her parents and currently living alone in New York. Nick read it all and called Maverick in his office. “What happened?” Asked Maverick by entering Nick's office. “Are you sure that you got all her information?” Asked Nick, getting suspicious. “Yes, that's what our private investigator gave us.” Replied Maverick, feeling it totally normal. “Maverick, this is either fake or incomplete.” Replied Nick with confidence in his tone.

Watson standing there, asking, "Ma'am? Sorry, I thought you were asleep, and I saw a light in here…" Irene tucked the photo inside the envelope and returned it on top of the desk. "I was asleep, and was thinking about reading a book." "I see…" Mrs. Watson replied, but she was clearly skeptical. Irene smiled. "It's true." Mrs. Watsons smiled in return. "And here I thought you can't sleep because Mr. Jefferson is away." Irene was speechless—did Mrs. Watson read her mind? Simply plucking a book without really looking, she started to leave. "You should turn in, Mrs. Watson. I'm going to bed too."

“No, that's not what I mean. The mating bond physically doesn't allow you to take another if your fated mate is alive. Your wolf won't accept them and a male as strong as Keith would never be able to do it. Not without intervention of some sort.” “You think magic was involved?” I can't hide the shock in my voice. “I wouldn't rule it out,” Emma says looking around. “Enough of that talk for now. We could be overheard. For now, I have this for you.” She dug into the satchel at her hip and pulled out three leather bound books. “These are all the books I found on waking memory, I have two more coming here from a friend. I want you to start reading them. It's time you learned all you can do.”

She was seated comfortably on the floor and was reading an old leather bound book that had fallen from the bookshelf. The Truth About The Legends Hidden By The Night. She was randomly scanning the pages about mythical creatures and had subconsciously stopped on the werewolf chapter. Packs was the first word on the page. She will join my pack. Indianna frowned, remembering Greyson’s conversation with her mother. She briefly scanned the page and her eyes stopped on a subtitle: soulmates.

Instead, he took the book and flipped it open, his fingers brushing over the pages. “Wuthering Heights,” he mused. “Passionate. Obsessive. Toxic.” His eyes flickered back to hers. “Sounds familiar.” Vivian’s breath caught in her throat, but she refused to let him see her falter. “Read the passage,” she ordered. Ethan held her gaze for a moment longer before finally turning his attention to the text. But even as he read, his voice laced with something dangerously smooth, Vivian knew one thing for certain.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

She turned the yellowed pages, running her finger over the black embossed words. "I'll take history," Casper announced grabbing the first book his hands landed on. He rested it against his chest, pacing the room as he flicked through the pages, sighing at every page turn. Gage opted for the Lycan section. Lena war and battles and Serena diaries of the royals. I went to the section on leadership and Alphas. Hours passed. The pile of discarded books in the middle of the room grew bigger and bigger as the books yet to read dwindled. Blake still tapped furiously at the laptop he rested on a small reading table. Lena joined Casper in sighing after each page turn.

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

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...