Young Emma Watson Novels & Stories

"Someone with your talents is wasted at a small talent agency. Emma needs an assistant, and I've recommended you." Emma Walker, Mrs. Walker's eldest daughter. What was she planning?

Both of them froze. "Mr. Lambert," Emma said after a beat, breaking the silence, "the kitchen's all cleaned up." Her gaze shifted to Wanda, confusion clouding her face. "Wanda, what are you doing here?" I'd been watching the whole scene from the sidelines and decided to stir the pot. With a smirk, I chimed in, "Emma, your daughter's livestreaming. Didn't you know?" Wanda froze, her face paling as she started babbling. "What are you even talking about? Someone like her my mom? That's ridiculous! I'm a wealthy heiress—she's just the housekeeper."

Emma shuttered and cut off by cable , he held her face in his hand and spoke “ you’re doing your best let's face what the world has instore for us , together . let us not waste time and be cautions of our feelings. this is not a dream and I will never leave you. I promise, nothing will happen to anyone “. I pulled her close to me “baby can I ask you something , “ cable caress her hair and stroke her head pulling her close. Emma looked up in his eyes and cable did the same . “ Emma will you marry me ?? “ Mr. Watson : everything is ready , then call the press conferences . Mr Watson called the press conference and informed everyone about the bad deeds of Alexander and he was arrested by the

My heart soared. "I can't wait to hold Katya," I told Emma, and she smiled. "She is a friendly girl," she said, and I nodded, remembering how she had played with my beard and smiled. "How old is she now?" I asked. "A year and eight months. First of October," she replied, and my eyes widened doing the math. "Vacation, baby," I said, and Emma began to laugh. I was glad she didn't take it the wrong way. Emma was easygoing like that, and I missed her.

Lucy admitted. "Not for me," Willow replied tossing her supposed trophy away, the skull attached spine. "Now you know why am called the 'Spine ripper'," she said walking away. They stared at each other and followed along shortly after. EMMA'S RESIDENCE, MIDNIGHT: Emma had just returned from peeing in the bathroom, and going back to sleep she hesitated, couldn't help the feeling like she was being watched. So she filled her palm with a bright, white light ball.

"Her past before joining Crescent Moon pack was... rough. Really rough before Alpha Maxwell took her in. But here's the thing, I can't find any record of her and Alexander Song having any kind of relationship before this week.” Or maybe it's fake. Maybe she’s just doing that to make me jealous. I mean, there wasn't even a ring on her finger when he called her his fiancée. That has to mean something, right? "There's something else," Aiden continued, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. “ Spill it.” "Emma Wilson has a daughter. Five years old. Don't have much information on her but I'm still digging for more details." The world went completely silent. Like someone had pressed mute o

IN MY STEPBROTHER'S BED EMMA & ALEX Emma stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror of her new bedroom, adjusting the hem of her oversized t-shirt that barely skimmed her thighs. At 18, she was still getting used to her body curves that had blossomed over the summer, full breasts that strained against the thin cotton, and hips that swayed with a natural rhythm she couldn't quite control. Her long, wavy auburn hair cascaded down her back, and her green eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

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.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

"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.