Hermione Granger Emma Watson Novels & Stories

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.

The water bottle slipped from her suddenly numb fingers, and she barely caught it before it hit the floor. "She's a werewolf?" Emma's voice came out as a whisper. "Yes. She's been with us for three years, ever since she graduated business school." Emma felt like the room was spinning. Of course she's a werewolf. Of course the perfect, accomplished rival is also supernatural. And she's had three years to prove herself to the pack while I've had three hours to even learn they exist. "Is she..." Emma's throat felt like it was closing. "Was she supposed to be your mate?"

Precisely his eyes met her naked body and what he saw grew his eyes big. Blood oozing out of her core drenching the bedsheet in a way that it looks like someone brutally murdered her vagina. “Fucking shit man!!!” He cursed loudly while his horrified eyes were not leaving the sight between her legs. ___ While the entire time the lady doctor, her name Emma Watson, she must be in her late 30s inspected her, Alvish stood silently at the end of the bed and let her do her work. He called the lady doctor saying there was an emergency and within twenty minutes his men brought her to his room.

Xyrius looked down at her and glared, but she averted her eyes and pretended to look away, avoiding his intense stare. "Oh, trouble is coming!" Percy suddenly said, amused. He was looking behind them, prompting both her and Xyrius to turn around. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw Emma Grace walking toward them, glaring sharply in her direction. Her face immediately drained of color. Emma Grace—the rumored girlfriend of Xyrius. She also studied at Westwood and was one of the meanest among the mean girls. They were in the same year, but never had classes together. She doubted Emma even knew who she was—girls like her didn't matter to someone like Emma.

15. Damon. (NOTE: CORRECTION OF THE LAST CHAPTER, EMMA THE WITCH HAS BEEN RENAMED TO ESTELLA DUE TO CONFLICTING NAMES WITH THE FEMALE LEAD, EMMA.) Mason and I sat tight-lipped in silence. The news was so sudden, it took some time for me to process it. On a normal day, I would have barged out that door, demanding all resources to be put into looking for her dead or alive, but I was more mature now, not that hateful child I once was.

said Liam proudly. Emily Watson, in her mid-40s, dark and exotic, with a curvaceous body and caramel eyes that made her look like a fairy tale character, opened her arms wide and hugged Audrey tightly. It smells like freshly ripe pie apples and a hint of soft jasmine. "Oh, my human friend, I thought you were much more charming than those people talk about," Emily exclaimed cheerfully. She let go of her arms and held Audrey's shoulders, looked at her carefully from head to toe, then turned to Liam.

The little girl nodded her head and had her dinner happily. ^^^^^ Sheila's POV: Six years later........ "Take care, my beautiful." Harry whispered in my ear, wrapping his hand around my swollen stomach. I furrowed my brows and looked back at him through the mirror. "How did you find me beautiful? I look like an elephant!!" I couldn't hide my anxiety but asked. I'm getting more weight day by day, everyone would have forgotten the skinny Sheila even I don't remember my old frame.