Young Emma Watson Novels & Stories

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.”

“Sir, there’s something you need to know.” Kian’s eyes darkened. “Speak.” Mark hesitated for a second before placing a file on the desk. “It’s about Emma.” Kian’s jaw tensed. “What about her?” Mark exhaled. “It turns out… she has a history with the Wilson family.” Kian’s entire body went rigid. Mark continued, his voice steady. “She grew up in the Wilson mansion. Grandfather Edward practically raised her as a child before she left when she was fifteen.”

Their happiness tears me apart because I know that I will never have what they have—a loving family. I might be pretty to look at since I have a nice figure, obsidian eyes, and shiny dark hair, but a beautiful face won’t land you a fated mate in the werewolf world. Looks are wasted on me. “EMMA?!” a sudden bang on the bathroom door makes me jump. It’s my Dad, and, like usual, he is in a foul mood. “What are you doing in there? You’re going to be late for your shift at the diner!”

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

‘She is beautiful when she is thinking. “How many more apophony’s am I going to have?” Leona whispers as they reach the car. Emmett glances in her direction; looking as though he is contemplating her question; “Not many more” he chuckles, opening the door of the car. “Emmett” a voice calls out from the side of the park, with two people walking towards the group. “My first born.” Emmett’s eyes darken as the two men approach them.

replied Emma. "What happened to her?" "She suffers from severe weakness due to less blood in her body." "She needs to get well by Thursday." "Why?" asked Emma, confused. "It's my eighteenth birthday." "You are already eighteen?" "Yes. How old are you?" "I will turn seventeen in January." "It's good that you are younger than me. I don't think it would be cool to romance someone older." 'I don't think it would be cool to romance a vampire pretending to be a human.' thought Emma.

And his family isn’t even trying to reassure her that Sawyer hasn’t danced the mattress tango with another woman? Maybe they think he is working. I know better. “Hush,” Sweeney scolds Cage before she settles Emma into the nearest chair. “Honey, sit down before you fall down and tell us the latest from the doctor.” Emma does, looking alarmingly pale by the time she glances my way. “Did I forget anything?” “No.” Cage zips a cautious stare my way. “We haven’t met.” “Sorry.” Emma jumps to her feet. “Cage, this is one of Sawyer’s peers, Colt Whitaker.”

Riley took out her cigarette and started to smoke, puffing the air in Riley’s face. Riley swore, but maintained a strained smile. She could not stand Riley for many reasons, but an enemy of Logan is her friend…for now. “But we cannot let that lowlife girl win above us. The press would have a filled day with it. I heard she’s only 21, can you imagine that?!” Emma said. “The girl was only a teenager some minutes ago,” Riley said and they both laughed. “Now to the real deal,” Emma continued, “what do we do with the girl?”