Novel & Cerita Bellatrix X Hermione

“A mind-link wouldn’t work.” “I know you heard me,” I pressed, my voice quieter now. “You looked right at me.” “I’m not interested in your questions,” he replied calmly, already turning away as a beta handed him several documents. That calm unsettled me more than cruelty ever could have. A woman stepped forward then she’s tall, sharp-eyed, dressed in formal black, authority stitched into every line of her posture. “You’ll serve as Alpha Ryder’s omega,” she announced. “I’m Mia. Head maid.”

“Those aren’t Drifters, Henry.” “Those are witches.” Henry Witches usually didn’t get along with our kind. I heard a commotion at the other end of the cave and rushed to see what was happening. The satyr and his daughter. “Names—now..” “Atticus, this is Ann,” the satyr told him, out of his trance, “Witches are coming.” “And what is it a concern of yours? Is it Devin?” Before he could answer, I realized that this was going to be a big battle.

He pressed her with all his weight against the rough wall and shook her shoulders, her teeth clattering together. "Come to you, damn it!" He hissed in her ear, but she now seriously considered whether she had to get rid of Viktor first before she could devote her attention to the henchmen of the Hegedunen. An ancient memory struck her like lightning, scorched a few brain cells, and made her heart almost stop. At the same moment her body went limp reflexively, as if she had burned her hands on a hot stove. This train of thought, by accepting Viktor's death without blinking an eyelid, cleared a little the fog that had seized her mind. The idea was frighteningly familiar to her and made horrifi

Anthony lifted his arms, soaking in the cheers as he circled the ring. Belle quickly turned her face away, praying he wouldn’t see her. “Belle!” Then, without warning, a shout burst from the ring. Belle's heart stopped. She looked back, and Anthony’s eyes locked right on her. Oh shit, she cursed inwardly. "What the hell are you doing here, Bellatrix Watson?"

she screamed, voice tearing through the ballroom. Immediately Hermes snapped out of his memory-lapse as if someone had ripped him out of drowning water. His breath punched out of him—shallow, ragged, terrified. And then his eyes landed on her. June. In a bomb vest. His pulse hammered so violently that the veins in his forearms stretched against his skin. "Leave her alone, Dominic!" Hermes roared, voice shaking the air as he surged forward. Dominic’s smile twisted into something feral. He raised his gun without hesitation.

She weirdly believed that my existence had to do with some stupid prophecy that had been told from centuries to centuries. "Hera, this is not why I called you here." Hera frowned at my blatant dismissal of her statement. "You will understand my concern, soon enough." "Tell me what you saw." I said, ignoring her statement. Hera stayed quiet for a while and I was starting to think she didn't see anything about Bellatrix just like before until she spoke. "She is a witch, just like I am... But much more powerful and of the fae lineage.. She is the one true descendant of the Red fox witch."

“How does it feel Ma Cherie? You’re dripping down your thighs and all over my hands.” She whimpered, “Lazarus.” Fuck, I love the sound of my name rolling off her tongue like honey. Dipping down and tracing the seams of her entrance, “You feel that, your pussy is fluttering and begging for my cock. Be a good girl for me and answer.” I coaxed, “were you making the weapons for the Human Rebellion.” Bellatrix’s features contoured with enmity, flames bursting in her orbs. “If I was involved with them, do you really think I would be here.” She spat venomously.

Bellatrix entered but she didn’t follow. Some answers? She doesn't remember much but the part where Caleb saw her getting choked to death is that she even saw a baby on the crib getting killed as well. A woman with blonde hair was lying in a pool of blood. She realized that Caleb pulled her up as they followed Bella. “How about the Music Box?” Monique asked as they went to Bella’s room. Some of it was still there, it wasn’t as burned as others. “Nothing,” Bellatrix mumbled. “I couldn’t find the relic in my room.” She said, “We don’t want to break it, right? We don’t want our mates to have bastards.”

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

He could no more kneel nor did he have tbe luxury of standing up. He was now sitting on his butt, wishing everything was a dream. A damned horrible dream. Unfortunately, it was not. He had to face reality. Bellatrix paused in front of him and his chosen Luna female. She recognized her. How could she not? This was one of her avid bullies during her time at Moon Flame. She wouldn't even be surprised if the rumour spreading about her mate bond with Alpha Anslan was actually linked to her. This lady was pure evil, a pity she had an innocent look to back it up.