Young Emma Watson Novels & Stories

Emma muttered, tossing a small bucket into the well. Derek, who heard Emma's mutter, snorted while shaking his head. 'You stubborn girl,' thought Derek. Emma, ​​who has been used to living independently since childhood, had no trouble getting water and putting it in the big bucket she had brought from Callum's den. With slow steps, Emma carried the two buckets; she was careful to take the two buckets so that the water didn't spill. Sweat started pouring all over her body. The cold no longer bothered her body.

▪️EMMA▪️ Once I rounded up everyone Colette wanted to go on a run. We all agreed to and her friends that haven't shifted yet we're gonna ride on others backs. Valentine was gonna ride on Walker's, ever since we got back they instantly clicked and started talking, Valentine and her Wolf are attracted to him even if they don't know he is there mate. The same way it was with me and Grayson. And her friend Nick is riding on Shayne's back since she offered being nice.

A very excited female voice spoke up and Ember frowned in confusion, while Leo snickered his amusement. “Easy, Lottie.” Oliver chuckled. “Ember, meet my very excited mate, Charlotte.” Ember reached out blindly to shake her hand, only to have it caught and pumped excitedly. “I am so honored to meet you, Princess!” “Ember is fine, please don’t call me princess. Oliver is a close friend and it would make things weird.” Ember answered with a smile, while Nova giggled lightly. “Thank you, Pri – I mean Ember. I have to say it’s an honor meeting the first wolf in centuries with Ghost as a power.” Charlotte was talking in a rush as if she was afraid that she wouldn’t get to say everything she

I have been avoiding that situation so far. The day went on uneventfully, boring. I enjoy boring because my life back in the US was extraordinary. I had just entered my 1-bedroom flat when my phone rang. It was Emma, Beta Thomas's daughter, and one of my best friends. I turned on the video call and smiled at her. Like most werewolves of our age, she had found her mate. Bobby, her mate, was my brother's Beta. "Hi, Emma, what's up?" I asked.

I wanted to make sure that the people never had any reason to steal from others or resort to kidnapping. Theo told me that it wasn't possible to eradicate all the bad people from this world, I believed that we could start from somewhere. My head snapped up and I blinked the tears away, determination rising in my gut. I wasn't going to bow down, not to Jessica and the crazy Lord, not to the Dowager either. I was Emma Winchester and I would pull through this. I dug my hand into the pocket of my skirt and pulled out my device. The screen lighted and I wasted no time in going to my contact list and tapping on her name,

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

“And your... personal relationship with Ms. Watson?” There it was. The elephant in the room. Emma. She’d become more than a scandalous headline or a mysterious link to Moreau’s takedown. She was at the center of it all. The one person who had stood beside me when the walls came crashing down—and somehow, despite the danger, despite the fallout, she stayed. I met Leonard’s gaze directly. “Emma Watson is not a liability. She’s part of the reason we survived this. Anyone who sees her presence as a threat can find the door.”

The word sounded weird in my mouth. "It's what we call the people who's blood passes the minimum requirement to use our Atlantean abilities." A man with dyed green hair and sea green eyes said. "My name is Watson, by the way." He reached out a hand for me to shake. It took it. "I asssume you met Jack." He pointed to the guy, who was now pouting at Skyr. "Then there's Emily." He said and pointed to the girl beside me. Emily smiled is a petite girl with freackles on her cheek. By the looks of her I can guess that she's half Asian and American. "Hey!" She smiled and shook my hand in greeting. "It's been so long since we had a new freir."

Some of their parents had stood silent while it happened. But they were children. Innocent. "Luna Sera!" Little Emma Martinez, seven years old, came running up with a drawing. "Look what I made!" It was a crayon picture of a white wolf, clearly meant to be me, standing under a full moon. "It's beautiful, Emma." I knelt to her level, genuinely touched. "Is that me?" "Yes! The teacher said, You have the prettiest wolf form in the whole pack. Can I see it someday?"

at the bar, there are three girls with millimeter-standard bodies sitting and laughing with each other. - Ammit, this is your birthday present. The person who spoke was Lily Watson, twenty-one years old this year, 1.72m tall, a third-year university student at a famous university. She has an angelic face, a natural beauty that anyone who looks at her will envy. She is the young lady of the Watson group but had a miserable childhood. A heartbreak that she could never forget. - Thanks.