Enid And Wednesday Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

"Luna Harper is beautiful and gentle, and many young werewolves in the tribe like her." "You wereafraid that she had already had an arrangement with someone else, and you inquired about her every day." "After you found out that her andJonah, you were still sad for a long time!" I was stunned and looked at the tent in front of me in disbelief. The air was filled with a faint smell of wolf, as if reminding me of the authenticity of all this. So, William knew me a long time ago? He and I made a pact, not just on a whim, but because of the love accumulated over so many years?

The Wednesdays were just two people, sitting across from each other, figuring out who they were when the frame was removed. He was learning about Noah. Not the professional Noah, whom he had known thoroughly for five months, but the Noah who got to the cafe early and ordered the same thing every week and drove out of his way and had a laugh that arrived before he could stop it. Who read a great deal and had strong opinions about books he had recommended and was gratifyingly willing to argue about them. Who called his sister on Friday evenings and described it as a standing appointment, the same word he used for the Wednesdays, which Ethan noted and did not comment on. Who had been alone on t

She was the calm, normal one of our trio, the kind of girl who actually remembered to pay the electric bill. "Let me see your nails?" Darla asked, lounging on the beanbag chair with a cigarette she wasn't supposed to be smoking inside. I showed her my tips—bright red with tiny white hearts on the ring fingers. "They're fucking fire, Enid. They better look perfect for when William pops the question and slides a rock the size of a grape on that finger tonight." "You really think he will?" I asked, my stomach doing little backflips.

I almost can’t look at the texts. It’s like spying. It’s like rubbernecking a car crash. But I have to, even though they make me want to clap my hands over my eyes. Lottie and Ben are having the worst wedding night known to man. No other way to put it. It’s horrendous. It’s ghastly. And it’s all my fault. My stomach is one big guilty, acidy twinge. With every bulletin I feel worse. But it’s all in a good cause, I tell myself sternly, already clicking on the new text.

Enid’s POV This has to be some joke. My hands push the door open, and I stride in, my phone still pressed against my ear. "There has to be some mix-up," I murmur as I throw my purse onto the white leather couch, my heels clacking against the ground. "Of course, you will have an excuse," she barks, causing me to jerk away from the phone. "Let me guess. You spent the entire evening begging Adrien to take you back, didn't you? Was that the reason you insisted on putting on that dress?"

Joseph took a deep breath and followed Felicity. He saw her turn down a side street, and he hurried to catch up. He turned the corner, and he saw her standing in front of a large, ornate building. He slowed his pace, not wanting to startle her again. He watched as she unlocked the front door and went inside. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Pride never let their love for each other burn. They were enemies from the first day and all he wanted was revenge for his pride.

I thought we were meant to plead? Elder Remy's face instantly turned red with rage, his voice thundering through the chamber. "You dare to defy us, Enid? You dare to lie to us and deceive our people?" Enid stood tall, his eyes never leaving mine. "I dare to love her, she is not Ximena but she is my mate, my wife Remy! That’s who she is. I have always been pushed or should I say forced to find love and this is it, I love Mildred and she is also my mate, and I have marked her ever since.”

**** Pov: Aiden. The fire crackled low in the dark stone chamber. The walls of Aiden’s mountain retreat were thick with silence, broken only by the sound of booted footsteps approaching. Enid entered with a black folder tucked under her arm. Her eyes were sharp as always, but there was a flicker of something else beneath them—satisfaction. Aiden didn’t look up. He sat with a blade in his hand, slowly sharpening it. “Well?” he asked without ceremony. “He’s unraveling,” Enid said, dropping the folder onto the table beside him. “Nightmares. Sleepless nights. Talking to ghosts. Julian’s right where we want him.”

Plenty of werewolves are goths, but the witches take it to another level. After dinner, Enid reads Billie’s fortune and tells her things are still murky but tend towards good, especially for the fight outcome. “Good to hear I'm not about to get brain damage,” Billie says nervously. I kiss her temple. We hang out for awhile, but once things start trending towards orgiastic, Enid goes to bed and I take Billie home. I know it’s not her scene. Besides, she has a fight in two days.

just a little bit. "Well, well, if it isn't our little pretender returning," I look at the door and see Adam leaning against the frame. "Not now, Adam," I say impatiently. "What did the boss do this time?" he asks, smiling. "Or rather, what did you do this time?" I groan in disgust. Do I have such a bad reputation? "Operation Monroe," I say quietly. Adam's eyes widen in shock, then he bursts into loud laughter. "Are you kidding me?" he asks, breathless. "You're the girl who screwed up the whole mission?" he asks while trying to catch his breath.