Bellatrix/hermione Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bellatrix was surprised and stood up immediately. "Nicholas!" She wanted to run and hug him, but it didn't happen. Nicholas's rough, big right hand gripped her throat. Bellatrix was surprised not only at Nicholas's behavior but also at the sight of him. It wasn't exactly Nicholas she saw. Where was that blue bead with which Bellatrix was repeatedly hypnotized? Nicholas's blood-red lips tightened with anger, and he frowned as his gaze fell on Bellatrix. This time, the hand pressing around her neck relaxed a little, and two narrow, pointed teeth came out of either side of Nicholas's lips, just like those three. Is Nicholas one of them? Bellatrix looked on like a thunderbolt, and for a while, t

They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt… The belt buckle's cold glint was a physical assault, piercing his eyes and heart. His body shook violently, his teeth chattered, and his vision instantly blurred.

The dress was adorned with intricate metalwork, swirling patterns that accentuated her curves. As she stood in front of the mirror, another maidservant approached, carrying a velvet box in her hands. She opened the box, revealing a silver tiara, studded with diamonds and sapphires. The maid carefully placed the tiara on the Alpha's head, arranging her hair around it until it was perfect. Then, she stepped back and gave a respectful bow. Emma looked at herself in the mirror once more, and she felt ready to face her future.. The doom and Fall of her Enemies.

The hinges groaned, and the light spilled over the scene. Delilah sat at the edge of the bed, Lysandra curled in her lap like a wounded pup, eyes wide and distant, bandaged hands trembling as Delilah tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. There was a tub in the corner, still damp. The room smelled of blood and lavender. Delilah didn’t look up at first. She was too focused. Too gentle. Too Loving. A side of her that I believed that I had broken. It seemed to me that I was wrong. It still existed in her.