Emma Watson's Reading List Novels & Stories

Jessica grabbed her phone as she pulled up a book. “You are observant and I need another set of eyes and ears. He is an ally and a close friend. We are not going to tell him about Charlotte but I need to know if we could, when the time is right.” “And you needed me for that?” “Axel needed to stay in case Alpha James decided to attack.” Glancing over, she started reading a book. “How can you even read in the car? What are you reading?” “It’s called Emerald Eyed Luna. I have really liked these werewolf books. It’s funny how they portray us!”

ALEXANDRIA I watched as Wyatt began wandering around the library, returning to place books down on the table. I slightly straightened to read one of the titles. Most of the books were about werewolf history, while some focused on the topic of becoming a better leader. Wyatt finally sat back down and opened one of the books, but he paused when he felt my stare. “What?” he asked, looking up. “You actually read?” I muttered, a hint of disbelief in my voice.

"They live happily even when I can't. The world keeps spinning, and I'm okay with that." Emma's fingers brush mine and I look at her, my hands only twitching instead of pulling away like usual. It's surprising. "You're not happy?" she asks, soft. "Not the way I know I could be." It's the sad truth, and it hurts to admit it. I release my end of the book and clear my throat. There are footsteps approaching the library and I will not have strangers see me acting so... emotional. Emma clutches the book to her chest. "Let me read to you? Something with magic and wolf women and witches and brave children."

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.

Leading the way into the living room, she added, "And there's a couple of new radio shows that debuted last month. Nothing that stands out though. I think you're right. I miss Alias Jimmy Valentine too." "Oh! Not there, please, Lily! Those have to go back to the library." With an annoyed flick of a brow, Lily lifted her coffee mug to give Evelyn time to move the books aside. "The Roman Revolution. Diplomacy," she commented drily, tilting her head to one side, reading the titles along the book spines. "The Empire of the Steppes. The Wimsey Papers. Why can't you just read Agatha Christie like everyone else?"

said Brent, looking at Joshua. “What?” “I got some visitors.” “Visitors.” “Yes. The Watson.” “Watson? What are they doing here?” “To visit.” “Who? You?” questioned Joshua. “Of course, it’s me. Not like they know you.” Joshua frowned. “I heard that the Watson got a beautiful granddaughter.” “Granddaughter?” “Yes. Emily. She was all over the news the other day, didn’t you hear?” “Oh.” “I was sure I saw you at the ball too.”

*** The next few days go by in a similar way. I wake up feeling sore and achy—my muscles stiff from the trip here. Ethan comes to see me in the morning. Fiona serves me porridge, berries, and fresh tea for breakfast. In the evening, a lady-in-waiting arrives with potted pies, cuts of meat, and bread. When I’m by myself, I explore my small bedroom while the rain taps against the window. I read more of that dreadful book of experiments, flipping through pages titled The effects of wolfsbane on a wolf’s ability to heal, The order in which a wolf’s bones break when they shift, and Provoking the inner wolf: A half-wolf’s response to emotional trauma.

Athena mused aloud. Vincent watched as Athena explored his brother's room, her curiosity is evident. He noticed her gaze falling on Nyx's small bookshelf, where a collection of classic literature stood, including works by Kafka, Murakami, and Dostoevsky. He saw her pick up a book titled "Alice's Adventure in Wonderland" and remembered how much Nyx loved reading it. "He loved that book. It was always with him," Vincent said, watching Athena's reaction closely. "What book?" Athena asked, curious about the significance of the book.