Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Hermione

“I can smell him on you and your dog.” “Wolf.” I corrected again and she rolled her eyes. She and Mabel act very much the same. She turned around to look at the area around her. She was taking everything in. “You know Hermione. This is not just a field. It’s overflowing with power. You don’t know this because you’re too busy bothered about that uncle of yours and sleeping with Bernardo-” “Whoa! Stay out of my damn business!”

HERMIONE’S POV [FLASHBACK] “Stop, Hermione!” Bernard yelled, he was trying to get a hold of me in our bedroom as I was going mad. I just confronted him about something I found out but hoped that it wasn’t true. “Hermione, please. Just hear me out, I’m sorry.” He continued, I couldn’t hear him over the boils of my anger. Red was the only thing I could see at that moment, I was tearing down our bedroom. I was smashing the vases on the floor, tipping over my drawer with my skincare, and throwing objects at him.

"Oh God Liam!" Hera came with several loud moans and I slowed down to ride out her orgasm. I lapped every cum she exploded and didn't stop until Hera had to pull me up and kiss me again, letting her taste her own. She needed to stop from kissing me as she's still panting and catching for a much needed air, I hold her waist to support her body when her knees wobbled. "Shit." She mumbled under her breath and rested her head on my shoulder. "You fucking pervert."

“Hana, I’ll send you home. It’s already late.” “But, Oppa, We’re still having fun!” Nauen protested. “She can sleep here with me.” “No. She needs to go home, Naeun. Your pretty unnie is already exhausted. Sleeping beauties have to rest, remember?” “But she’s no sleeping beauty. She doesn’t need a prince charming to save her. She’s Hermione and can save even her friends. See…” pointing at him with her wand, “she saved you.” “I can’t contest. Hana has magic tricks up her sleeves, and I’m under her spell.” He winked, and Naeun lifted her with the matter-of-fact look.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

I can hear the laughs of Darcy as I was raped by the whole pack. They kept releasing themselves inside my vagina one after the another. I was forced to gulp whatever they released in my mouth. Tears flowed from my eyes non stop. Blood oozed from my all of the body parts. What I saw before blacking out was Xavier hovering over me with an evil smirk and thrusting inside her in front of his Luna.

I went closer and sat beside her and as I sat, she held my hand and started to look straight into my eyes, which creeps me off, well, kind of. "Seraphina Agni, my child, my granddaughter, the fated child of Ignatius and Tana, I have dreamt of you." As she spoke, her hand that was holding mine, started to squeeze it hard. She's strong for an old lady, I must say.

According to the books, Diana’s eyes were dark. “So what you’re telling me, is that I’m a reincarnation of someone long dead?” Hermione asked, looking offended. “Not exactly a reincarnation. I’d say you are going to be used as a host or something, cos you’re different from her, your heart is kinder”, Lang Lang replied, looking thoughtful. "Or do you have dreams of a past life or something?" “None that I can think of,” Hermione said. Withholding the dream she had in her kitchen and not knowing why.

' his voice was sounding in my head as he went head on like a lunatic to face purely dark and undefeatable magic. I closed my eyes and concentrated like Elara had thought me to do. I had to win this. I needed my mate by my side. The young girls words came sounding again. "Hermione is the least of your worries at the moment. Every gift of life is in your bare hands." She had touched my hands and I felt our souls twine into one. I willed myself to be in that moment again and just like magic, I felt myself become more than what I already was.

Why had an act so small in the scheme of things seemed so intrusively intimate? “I suppose you need details of our moles and other distinguishing features in case she asks.” “Right now, I can see enough,” he said, causing her cheeks to burn. “Such a pity you didn’t moan, unlike the pretty miller’s daughter.” Hermione stared at her feet, still puce with embarrassment. Was that because of her bared breasts? “You’re mocking me,” she murmured. “Not at all,” he declared, putting a finger under her chin and raising it. “The face isn’t bad, either.”