Hermione Granger Emma Watson นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Since Hermione’s leg injury had just healed, she could not move properly yet. In addition, her cultivation base was initially inferior to Ynes’, so how could she be a match for Ynes? Alex hurriedly intervened and blocked Ynes. He turned around and asked Hermione. “Do you know her?” Hermione had Alex’s help, so she stood fearlessly behind him and said, “Of course I know her. She thinks she’s some kind of Holy Maiden and is full of herself. She’s waiting for a good offer so that she can sell herself for a good price!”

We were standing in the line as granny came in along with Professor Dunston, uncle Ben, and the lady. Suddenly she howled loudly as she turned into a big beautiful wife wolf. Her eyes were shining green as she growled a little walking towards us. Granny said as she saw students were sacred-" Do not worry she is Luna Megan. she is here to help" Students calmed down as they heard granny. Luna began to sniff everyone's presence in the room. She turned back to her human form as she asked-" Is that all? Is anyone missing here?" We all looked at each other while Professor Hyle said-" No..."

Grinding her teeth, Emma looked up only to be confronted with a living plastic doll. Veronica Aniston. The hottest and most popular girl in the college. She was second on the list of her bullies. “What’s up nerdy?”, Veronica smirked while swaying her phone in front of her face. Emma crossed her arms over her chest and smiled back at her, “Good. What about you Annabelle?” Her answer made Veronica blow her top. Her amber eyes glistened with tears as she seethed on her face.

Zada asked confused at the amount of information a newbie could gather "My cousin did a diploma in biochemistry here last year. I extracted all the information about this university from her before coming" Emma grinned at her as she spoke about her source of information. They saw a girl scantily dressed sashaying towards Liam and kissing him smack on the lips. "That's Heera. Apparently she is in love with Liam" Emma said rolling her eyes. Zada's eyes widened when she saw the face of the girl clearly. "Hey, isn't that the same girl who tagged Zahir in a post saying 'the love of my life' last month" Zada asked without thinking and Emma let out a dramatic gasp.

“Hey, you’re the new girl. Amber, right? The werewolf who is going to marry Alex Lycania, the Lycan king.” I look up at a girl with red hair and braces. She is pale and extremely tall, like all lycans. It’s a little bit intimidating, but this one, at least, isn’t that muscular. “Uh, sort of,” I say, blushing. “But I’m definitely not marrying him yet. We hardly know each other.” The girl laughs and smiles warmly at me as she offers her hand in a greeting. “My name is Emma. Pleased to meet you.”

She grabbed it and splashed it in his face. “I am not Grace!” she yelled. The spell was broken and Will came out of his stupor. “What was that for?” He yelled. Regular, angry Will was back. “To wake you the hell up. So, you can see who is here for you now. So, you can see who is in front of you,” Emma cried. “My name is Emma, and I am not Grace!”

She was able to move frantically. "No, no, this is not me. Grace is plotting against me!" Emma cried out, her voice shrill and desperate. “This can not be me. This is some magic, she must have done that. She could do anything. She hurt me, tried to kill my child.” she screamed, and looked at her mother, father or judges, or anyone who would believe her. I watched her break down with mild curiosity. The werewolf council and Judges shared glances, and maybe they were talking through magic, so only they could hear each other.

"And don't forget we need to leave for photos in an hour." Nineteen-year-old Emma appeared in the kitchen, already dressed in her bridesmaid's dress – a soft sage green that complemented her dark hair and brought out the gold flecks in her eyes. She had just started her sophomore year at the state university, studying to become a teacher like Bella, though her focus was on elementary education. "Has anyone seen Grace?" Emma asked, adjusting the sleeves of her dress. "She was supposed to be getting ready, but her room is empty."

I started putting things into the fridge, but couldn't help sneaking a glance toward the kitchen. The door was shut, and Mom was whispering on the phone, looking seriously stressed. I couldn't hear a thing, but her expression said plenty. All I could think about was her convo earlier with Mr. Swift. He called Zendaya by name-or rather, Grandma-and she called him "Mr. Swift"... Seriously? Mom and Mr. Swift... what even is going on here? Please let it not be one of those crazy soap opera situations. ***** Third Person's POV In the kitchen, Emma Watson gripped her phone so hard her knuckles were white. "Mom, I saw Theodore at Whole Foods. He couldn't stop staring at Seraphina-I swear, he knows

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.