Fleur And Hermione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I'm really thankful that he finally found another woman he deserved. None other than Fleur… the woman he hated when he was still in the cooking club way back in Grade 11. Their love story seems funny but it went well. I never thought that fate would draw them to meet each other again until here in Singapore. They are really destined though Fleur said that she really followed Fern here to seduce him because of her estrangement from him. Fleur didn't fail because I can say all her hard work didn't go in vain... unlike my past love life.

I scoffed for the second time today at Alec's pathetic commands regarding me to his subjects. I really wanted to wear something different just to irk him, but I knew this little omega girl would be the one in trouble so I let it go and put it on. "Now shall we go to meet my mate?" I said to Fleur after packing my red hair into a messy bun. She grinned at me shyly. "You look beautiful Luna and of course we can go see Alpha" °°° Fleur walked me out of the room and down the stairs, but instead of going through the front door which I already knew, we started to walk down a passage way on the opposite side of the living room or playroom or whatever.

We will try to clear you from our memories and live like you didn't even came into our lives. Heartless fool" Fleur said angrily,took my hand and we both headed home,my eyes blinded with tears. How can everything change in a matter of hours.. Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . . To be continued

"Brother, she is Fleur, the gorgeous friend of your best friend." Hermione said, then smiled at me. "Whoa! Just a friend? By the way, I am Alexander Vaughn." Vaughn said and offered a shake hand to me. "Amari Fleur Guevarra" I said, then reached out to Alexander's outstretched hand and shook it. "Can I borrow Fleur for a minute? I will introduce her to other designers." Hermione said, then led me to a table where some familiar faces were sitting.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

I grabbed one of the drawings I had finished and wrote: Dear David and Joon, Thank you for taking care of me like one of your own. But I can't stay with you any longer. I'm sorry. I have to face my responsibilities, I have to face reality again. I can't be part of your fantasy anymore. Sincerely, Your little flower, Fleur I hoped that with leaving a note behind they wouldn't be that hurt by my leaving. I made my way to the car and got in. Carefully I started the engine and looked around if somebody noticed. Nothing happened so I started to drive.

“You are?” “I am,” I repeated. She left the croissant where it lay and wiped her fingers with a napkin, her eyes locked on mine with a hint of elated surprise she did her best to hide. “Is it serious?” It seemed serious whenever Fleur let her guard down, when she let me fully into her heart and mind. She told me things that other women were too afraid or proud to say, put her cards on the table because she thought she was out of the game. I caught her stare, the depth deeper than the flesh. And when she came back to me and begged for my forgiveness, she finally showed what I meant to her—that I was the best thing that ever happened to her. “Not yet, but we’re headed in that direction.”

Now it was almost midnight and I couldn’t stay aloof anymore. I was a hermit used to being on my own for as long as I could remember! Hermione’s presence in my home disturbed me, especially tonight. The red bikini drove Freyr and me wild with desire! Why was she hellbent on breaking me? I didn’t want to lose my restraints and claim Zephyrus’s sister out of all the wolves in the world! Yet my heart thawed at the sight of her burning with fever locked up in her room. No, I didn’t feel a thing for her other than hatred. I just brought her over to my bedroom so I could look after her!

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

What sort of charm is she using? She's hypnotizing him. That could be the only way. Otherwise, why would the king be behaving out of sorts with her? Her mind went back to the day before when she had walked out on her, how dare her. Does she know who she is? She sighed, shuddering as she remembered her father's order. He'd practically ordered her to find faults in this woman that they could use against them and here they were going on a walk! So annoying! But he met me first! He should be smiling at me, not at that peasant! Fleurie thought furiously. As she stared at them, the jealousy grew until she couldn't bare it anymore. She stepped away from the window, hurrying out of the room.