Young Emma Watson Novels & Stories

' 'My angel…' Emma was tired of hearing these words from her mother. Mrs. Garcia always wanted to raise her daughter to become an actual princess in real life. Emma has lived in the family castle since childhood, wholly isolated from the outside world, and she is like a doll in a glass cage. No one can touch her... Emma wanted so badly to escape that suffocating castle, she had thought about it, but she was still too young…Emma was only 16 years old.

If it were not for the fact that she wanted to wait until her birthday, I would mark and mate her today. “At the bar, someone sent Emma threatening pictures. One from inside the bar of her and Xander dancing. The other was of a little girl taken right as she was murdered when Emma tried to escape Blacktree when she was ten. Blacktree are some sadistic fucks. We were able to trace it back to her mother’s maiden name, but facial recognition didn’t pick her up at all. Therefore, someone else is helping her. The leak is either someone in our pack, or someone found a way to sneak into our borders. No alerts have popped up. I also have our teams going through every moment of security footage. Noth

"She's getting out of control, Emiliano do something"Watson was getting agitated as he watched Sia take over the dance floor with some sick moves, her moves flawless but one thing was bothering him, she didn't look like she was meant for clubbing but who cared he liked her wild nature, he was just shocked Emiliano hasn't made a move on her "Let her be"Emiliano focused his eyes on the glass in his hand, he couldn't care less about the girl who has ruined his life

“The last of the Zio kids. She's the youngest but somehow, the family is putting a lot of pressure on her to be the best.” “Yeah well, she falls asleep in the weirdest places. I started calling her Snow White a couple years ago and it just stuck.” “She’s pretty nice. A little quirky, but she’s smart, too. Just not Sky smart.” Emmett added. I laughed. “Yeah, but she’s pretty and soft and everything you could possibly want in a mate.” Waggling my eyebrows at Emmett, he just shoved me away. “What about the Williamson girl? She’s got some really good points.”

said Brent, looking at Joshua. “What?” “I got some visitors.” “Visitors.” “Yes. The Watson.” “Watson? What are they doing here?” “To visit.” “Who? You?” questioned Joshua. “Of course, it’s me. Not like they know you.” Joshua frowned. “I heard that the Watson got a beautiful granddaughter.” “Granddaughter?” “Yes. Emily. She was all over the news the other day, didn’t you hear?” “Oh.” “I was sure I saw you at the ball too.”

Nick dismissed Maverick with his finger motion and then opened the file. Name: Emma Watson Age: 26 years Education: Normal academic education with top grades. Family background: A single child of her parents and currently living alone in New York. Nick read it all and called Maverick in his office. “What happened?” Asked Maverick by entering Nick's office. “Are you sure that you got all her information?” Asked Nick, getting suspicious. “Yes, that's what our private investigator gave us.” Replied Maverick, feeling it totally normal. “Maverick, this is either fake or incomplete.” Replied Nick with confidence in his tone.

She liked Julie, but sometimes her words felt like they came with invisible strings. When they finally left the mall, Chelsea dropped Layla then Emma . “Buy See you tomorrow, Em. Don’t forget sunscreen.” As Emma walked to her room , her phone buzzed—a message from Connor. Did you survive mall madness? She smiled. Barely. But I think I’m ready for the lake now. Good. You’ll need it. Ethan’s “chill” trips never stay chill. Emma laughed softly to herself as she looked out the window of her room. Manatee High was starting to feel a little less like a dream and a little more like a life she was slowly finding her place in.

Mum rolls her eyes. “Talking? You mean whining like a bitch, as usual.” Emma’s eyes flashed. “I’ll teach you, bitch—” She hurled a glass of wolfsbane-laced water at Mum. It hissed as it hit her skin, and Mum bit back a scream, her body shuddering. Dad roared. “What the hell do you want, Emma?!” She turned, arms crossed. “That’s the thing. I did want Matt. Kill him, move on. But your stupid kids had to interfere and murder my son—the only one I was allowed to keep. So now?”

Joshua assured. "Sorry, but Dad doesn't want her anywhere near here." "Frick Dad's rules!" Emma walked into the backyard just in time. Her older brother's tail was frazzled with startled surprise. The young 12-year-old blonde was in baggy denim and a plain blue t-shirt, equipped with a utility belt that had stakes and packets with poison potions and purified water. Not to mention a large rifle latched behind her back. "He should know by now that I can take care of myself."

Nothing like what she imagined ever. Emma's heart swelled. She wanted an end to this insult. To cut any attachment, she had with this monster of a man. She wanted her freedom. “I, Emma Watson, your mate….” The rest of her words got hooked. She couldn't get them out. Emma desperately wanted to reject his proud ass. She wanted to get him away.