Young Emma Watson Novels & Stories

I wanted to be able to protect everyone just as much as Matteo could, especially if I was going to be their luna. We came across a little girl playing in the field. Emi. She was about five years old, the youngest wolf we had at the moment. There were a few other children in our pack but they were older than her. Emi was my favorite. She was so sweet all the time and could make any day better. "What are you doing out here?" I asked as I approached her with a smile. "Picking some flowers." She responded as she held up the dandelions in her hand.

Derek shot up from his chair and began to stroll frantically, his heart breaking as he repeated Lucille’s statement in his mind. Emma was a werewolf. How hadn’t he seen that? Why hadn’t she had a scent? He wasn’t the only one with those thoughts though. Almost everyone in the pack had seen Emma, and they didn’t need any other person to tell them that Emma was one of Sheila’s daughters. That one was a spitting image of Sheila. They couldn’t believe either that they had treated the daughter of their best warrior that way.

she answered me. Huh, then if that is the case, it means that even Emma was born to be a Queen. “What do you know about that girl? What is her story?” Aunt asked after some time. I think she could see the questions written all over my face. If Emma was born to be Queen, then who the hell are her parents? Not only that, but that night when she changed into her wolf for the first time, it was scary. Her wolf was large; she only changed for a minute because her body couldn’t handle it.

But this girl is ugly and can also be called a freak. Emma looked around her with fear. Yes, her step-sister Amber is a beauty. But no one knows the original Emma. Emma is small, with her 5.4 height, and is also Slim. Emma has her mother's features. Her eyes are hazelnut colored and her hair reddish-brown. Her face can be considered beautiful, with fair spotless skin and good features. Emma has a very good figure. But she is scared to get noticed in the family. As a maid, if one of the made men rape her, no one will protect her. So She wears huge black-rimmed glasses, even though she doesn't need them. She uses braces, even though her teeth are straight and perfect.

Thou he was still a respectable businessman, he couldn't go against Black Enterprises because he would be crushed. "Mr Watson, you're allowed to bring company but I'm not allowed to bring even my assistant?" He retorted back. "Oh forgive my manners, this is Emma Watson, my younger daughter, she just graduated from one of the most prestigious universities abroad with bachelor's degree in business management," he introduced his daughter shamelessly as if he didn't hear what Jonathan had said. His intention was so clear that even the most stupid person could guess from a glance.

Nobody is shy in the werewolf community, nudity is a very common occurance. Making it over to his pack member, who looked away with a tear in his eye, he found Emma curled up in the fetal position, burnt to a crisp. The only thing recognizable on her was the necklace his mother had given her for her 10th birthday. Jaxon tried to touch her but what was left of her body crumbled into ash and drifted away in the night breeze. The moon was still high in the sky and seemed even more red and ominous than normal.

Before she could explain, the two girls with her scurried out of the room. Emma closed her toolbox slowly, then leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair off my pale face. Her lips pressed in a thin line before she whispered, kissing my hand softly, “You cannot die now, Scarlet Underwood. You are the eye of the gods, and we need you.” My breath hitched—or it would have, if I still had one. Eye of the gods? What did she mean? I wasn’t a goddess. Damien called me that only to compliment my beauty, yes. But Emma… Emma meant it. Every word.

she said, her voice wavering. "That's all I ask," Luna Essa replied, her smile warm and reassuring. "We’ll take this one step at a time, together." "Okay," Emma finally replied,this time with a smile as the way the woman spoke like her in the way her mother mother would always try to reassure her. The memory of her mother made her thoughts drift back to the memories of her childhood and the time she was with her father. The thought of her mother brought tears to her eyes as she recalled how much better her life had been when she was alive. Emma was the daughter of Alpha Evan from the Whispery pack.

My life here was far from what I had in Blood Moon Pack. When I was about four years old, my nanny took me to a stroll in the woods and lost me in the process. Luckily, a group of kind-hearted rogues found me. Since I was too young to remember who I was, they gave me a new name, Emma Walters, and raised me like their own in a rogue pack called Blood Moon.

“You got big.” “I'm TWO!” James held up three fingers. “That's three fingers,” Sophia laughed. “We are still working on counting.” “Two!” James tried again, managing to hold up one finger this time. “Close enough,” Killian said solemnly. “Two is very important.” “Ant Yemmy!” James twisted in Killian's arms to stare at me with frank curiosity. “That's right,” I said, stepping closer. “I'm Aunt Emmy.” He studied me for a long moment, then reached out to pat my face with sticky toddler hands. “Pretty.”