Young Emma Watson Novels & Stories

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

“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?”

Chapter Twenty "I beg your pardon," Emilia's eyes narrowed at the girl before her who gave her a good run in height, despite her slim frame. It appears it runs in the genes as Milan seems to look like a hunk himself. Too surreal, bigger than an average wolf. Well, so are the men here, who seem to come with their nature as Lycans. The girl's eyes glinted with delight as she jogged forward to meet her, stretching out her hand to Emilia. "Hullo, I am Emma, princess to this Kingdom and a princess apparently," She rolled her eyes mischievously

she whispers back. "Stay quite if you want to live okay" "Yeah" She answers still shaking, Valentine goes ahead and crosses by as they walk out of the water too but an alligator swims silently behind Milly ready to strike her. “Watch oout!!!” he shouts as Milly gets out of the water but a crossbow runs through the alligators wide mouth, Emma slowly walks out of the bushes holding a crossbow, shivering from the cold, she slowly walks towards them. “That’s a million worth of aim she got there” Cadis says.