Young Emma Watson Novelas e Histórias

She’d been distant lately, and I was eager to find out why. When we arrived, Emma’s house looked the same as always, a cozy two-story with a well-kept garden. We walked up to the front door, and Tony rang the bell. Emma answered almost immediately, her face lighting up when she saw us. "Emily! Tony! Come in," she said, stepping aside to let us in. "Hey, Em. It’s been too long," I said, hugging her tightly. "Yeah, it has. Come on, let’s go to my room," she said, leading the way upstairs. As we passed the living room, Emma’s older brother, Clinton, glanced up from his book.

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.

She started playing with the edge of her dress as if she were embarrassed, maybe uncomfortable. “How old are you?” I ask. Her head shoots up, startled, then she averted her gaze once again. “Nineteen” she answers after a few seconds. She was a child! Damn, the goddess and her choices. “Blasphemy!” my wolf cautioned yet again in my head. I ignored his comment. “And your surname?” I continued. “Watson. Emily Watson” . Her voice trembled as she spoke each syllable. Her plate was almost the same, the food barely touched. Her eyes were glued on it in an attempt to ignore my presence. I decided to cut to the chase so I would stop making her more uncomfortable.

Elder Ethan said in a calm voice. ‘I cannot believe this has happened to me.’ Emma said to herself as they walked through the woods together. “Emma, Emma.” Elder Ethan called out to her. “What’s on your mind?” “I don’t know who my parents are. I don’t even know if they’re dead or alive. I don’t know if they belonged here or not.” “Your blood will tell the story of your life here Emma. Have patience.” Elder Ethan was wise. When he saw Emma, he could not deny the striking resemblance between Emma and her late mother, Eliza.

From afar, Yoseph saw Wira walking towards him in a hurry. His whole body stiffened, and he immediately sat up straight. Wira really hated himself for not having a pair of flying legs, so that he could inform young master about the result at the first possible moment. This was simply the most coincidental thing he had ever seen in his life. Emma was actually the youngest daughter of Sandford Family. Heavens, this was even lower than the probability of winning the prize. Yoseph looked at Wira's excited expression, and his eyes instantly widened.

The driver drove off. Emma is a beautiful, young, and hardworking woman. She has milky white skin, hazel eyes, charming dimples, long blonde wavy hair, and a stunning figure. Emma is a single mother, 27 years old. And her daughter is just seven. Emma loves her daughter dearly and would do anything for her. Emma arrived at her office and settled down. She works in a hotel as a general supervisor and resumed her daily routine of overseeing every department. _____ Ethan Williams was on the phone when his secretary walked in to inform him about a visitor. He signalled her to let the person in while he continued his call.

EMMA - FLASHBACK (ONE YEAR AGO) Today is my last day at college, and after this, I’ll be pursuing my dream of becoming a vet. It's my passion, and I’m determined to achieve it. I get up from bed, take a refreshing shower, and put on my yellow dress. As I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I smile—feeling beautiful. My black hair falls to my waist, and my face is clear, though not quite as flawless as my sister Violet’s. She is the epitome of beauty.

She had a warm smile, but there was something in her eyes that said she was not someone to be underestimated. "Lindsay! Finally, I get to meet you!" she said, coming forward to give me a hug and two kisses on the cheek. "And this must be Wyatt. My God, what a beautiful boy!" Wyatt, always charming, smiled at her. "Hi, Grandma Emma!" he said, and I couldn't help but smile too, despite my nervousness. He was already charming everyone. "Oh, my God, hello!" Emma Weiss smiled at my son, crouching down to his level. "You remind me of Mattie when he was your age, but you're much handsomer!" She made the child laugh, and Matt rolled his eyes.

Emma knocked on the front door with a casserole in her hand. The she-wolf here just had a cub and Emma was making her first visit as a Luna. Her heart sped up a little, unsure of the reaction she would receive. She suspected not all of Dex's pack would welcome her. The door was opened by a small boy who looked at her with big eyes. "Daren, I told you not to open that," a woman yelled. She appeared a minute later, a baby in her arms. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she had food stains on her shirt. "Oh, hi. You're Emma right?"

"Yes, I'm sure she is. Tell me, Samantha—when she disappeared Eighteen years ago, did you ever wonder if she was making a mistake? Keeping those boys from their father?" My hands clenched. "That was her choice to make." "Was it, though?" Victoria leaned forward. "Michael had rights. The Waltons had rights. You helped her steal their heirs." "I helped my friend protect her children." Victoria's laugh was like breaking glass. "Always the loyal friend. Even when loyalty becomes... dangerous." She reached into her purse and pulled out a tablet, swiping to a photo that made my heart stop. Emma walking out of her school, backpack bouncing, completely unaware she was being photographed.