Emma Watson's Reading List Novels & Stories

“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...

She hasn’t met her yet but Azraiel told her that Katya was now living in a cabin near Matt’s house. “She is better. She is still weak but out of danger.” Maybe it was just her overthinking but she saw his eyes soften at her name. “Great!” “Here, I want you to read these.” Matt handed her the books that he has been carrying. They were about the various supernatural species and the major events in the supernatural world.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

Nothing like what she imagined ever. Emma's heart swelled. She wanted an end to this insult. To cut any attachment, she had with this monster of a man. She wanted her freedom. “I, Emma Watson, your mate….” The rest of her words got hooked. She couldn't get them out. Emma desperately wanted to reject his proud ass. She wanted to get him away.

"Oh, if we went full name, we could go for Inhale Your Sperm. Reaching, maybe, but better than Flatty Tabby." "If I wanted to start a fight, toothpick, you'd already be-" "That's enough." I stood, interposing myself between the two. "What does she owe?" "World literature textbook, number 19-104. Raisin in the Sun 81. The Things They Carried 30. Frankenstein 0-75. Two copies of Beowulf, number 57 and one that's just three question marks." She glanced up contemptuously. "Did you return anything all year? There's more here."

He looks impressed, “Your mom tells me that you love reading. What’s your favorite book?” I glance at Mom, her face turning pink while Lacey looks down at her plate and starts eating. “I like E.L. James, Carly Phillips, Harper Sloan, and Nora Roberts. I’d happily curl up with any one of their books.” He frowns, “I’ve heard of Nora Roberts, but haven’t read any of her books, the others I can’t say I’ve ever heard of them.” “Oh you’d have heard of E.L. James, she wrote Fifty Shades Of Grey.” Lacey pipes up, and I watch in amusement as Harrison’s face falls as he realizes exactly what Fifty is all about. “What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?”

He had offered to help the suddenly curious billionaire find what he was looking for, but he politely rejected the offer and continued to look through the unending lists of books. The extreme silence in the room suddenly became unsettling and so overwhelming, that it made Ethan uncomfortable in some kind of way that he was being watched keenly under the eyes of the dutiful assistant. They were supposed to be at work early that morning already, but he chose to search for some kind of book that probably was not worth it. "What did you say again?" Ethan asked, as he swirled between the shelves on the revolving ladder, searching curiously for some books he knew were somewhere in that library; Th