Emma Watson's Reading List Novels & Stories

I sat myself down on the thin bed she had on the floor, seeing an alarm clock that had a setting of 3:30 am while she had a few books scattered throughout the area. 'The Great Gatsby' 'Nicholas Nickelby' 'Catcher in the Rye' along with a few I didn't recognize, yey they were all classics. All things that just showed how truly remarkable she was. Thumbing through the novels I was taken aback by the amount of notes she had within the margins, she was truly a remarkable person, brilliant at that. Her compassion through her hardships, her sheer unwavering love or want to be kind to others even when shunned for most of her life just proves that she was always meant to be Luna, my Luna.

Dust motes danced in the soft glow of candlelight as Emma's eyes scanned the room, eager to unravel the mysteries of her past. Elder Ethan led her to a weathered tome tucked away in a corner, its pages yellowed with age. He carefully opened it, revealing a beautifully illustrated account of the Moonrise Legacy. As Emma's eyes roamed the pages, she saw intricate drawings of werewolves, celestial events, and the intertwining of human and wolf forms. But above all, Emma’s heart was in a longing quest to know her mother. “Is my mother in this book Elder Ethan?” Elder Ethan drew a deep breath and began speaking…

I will do whatever I can to make you come back to me. Ethan whistled happily while carrying nine volumes of the novel The Billionaire's Path to Revenge. He was indeed a lucky fan; he never thought that all this time he knew Vionna Scarlett. His mind had wandered far, imagining that all nine volumes of the novel were signed by Vionna Scarlett. "Ah! Those books are my mother's novels!" Ethan turned towards the source of the voice, finding Amelia approaching him with her eyes fixed on the pile of Vionna Scarlett novels that belonged to her.

Then I gasped at seeing a child that shouldn’t be older than 12 years old. “What is she doing here?” I asked, shocked. He looked at her, giving her a long look. “Emma Watson, a psychotic human serial killer. Set her family of 5 on fire out of rage because she was refused something she really wanted,” he said. But she looks so innocent. “That doesn’t make her psychotic,” I said, looking at her.

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.

Watson and the others found a quiet spot to sneer at him. Mr. Watson, a man in his fifties, was the first to speak. He clicked his tongue. “Do you think Mr. Grant has some kind of fetish?” Mr. Carter clicked his tongue too. “Maybe young men are into that sort of thing.” Mr. Watson shook his head, still puzzled. “Ms. Langley was better. Smart, capable, and she knew how to read the room. “I just don’t get why she won’t leave Star Corp. I tried poaching her a few times, but she never budged.”

She also had an A-average grade and would pick re-reading Kierra Cass' Selection Series to going to a party any day. In its essence, she had basically the best of both worlds, minus the Hannah Montana hassle. Everyone knew her personality and accepted her. "Yeah," I replied as I rummaged through my bag for my notes. "How hard could it be right? Jane Austen is pretty easy." Right. Tell that to your sore back, you avid procrastinator! "Yeah, if you were from the 19th century," she grunted as she pulled her books from her locker. "No. You just have to understand the concept." I had only understood it after reading someone's essay on it online. And no, I did not plagiarize. That's bad.

' he thought with a satisfying smirk. Watson turned down the volume of the tv, before dialing Miller's number. Miller who was waiting for Watson's call immediately answered it on the first ring. "So what do you think?" Miller inquired. After almost two months, Watson is actually feeling happy today. His daughter locked herself inside her room and refused to come out. She is angry that she lost Damien to Evangeline. He knows how much Rose detests Evangeline. Rose always felt insecure in front of Evangeline. So he did everything he can to put down his younger daughter to make his elder daughter happy. He strategically planned to get Evangeline to marry good-for-nothing Jake so that she would a

“It's like we were meant to be. Something deep is happening between us. Who knows? Maybe we are soul mates.” “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Asher says, looking deeply into her eyes. “Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. One of my favorites.” Dani says with a smile. “I can't believe you have read that book.” “It wasn't a choice. It was an assignment, but it wasn't bad. I liked Jane Eyre better, by her sister, Charlotte.” Asher says and Dani nods.

The walls being light colored didn’t surprise me more than the mountains upon mountains of books he has sitting on bookshelves surrounding the room. I walk around the room running my hands over all the different titles and authors. Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, H.G Wells, and so much more. Wuthering Heights, a first edition version sat in a case in between the shelves by a set of double doors to what looks like a balcony. It stuck out to me more than any of the other titles because it surprises me more than anything that he would read a book such as that. I try to picture in my head him sitting in a chair with glasses, all relaxed and snuggled up reading a classical romance novel