Novel & Cerita Fleur And Hermione Fanfiction

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.

“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.”

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.

She coiled herself around Bryle once more like a snake after saying that. "Is that so? Alright, have it your way." I glanced at Bryle, and he merely smirked before speaking, "We'll get going now, Felicity. I still need to drop Fleur off at her hotel room." The way he said it sounded loaded, was he trying to get under my skin? Why did I even care if he was taking his crazy ex-girlfriend to her room? Like he could make me jealous. My mind went blank as Fleur kissed Bryle on the cheek right in front of me.

said Fleur , rising to accompany her student. Her path was barred by Karim Khan and, thinking he wanted to talk to her about her sister, she sat down again. They were both silent until the wheelchair disappeared. "Why are you always in such a hurry to get away from me?" Fleur was tempted to say it was because she was afraid of him, but while she was curious to know what his answer would be, common sense told her to be careful. He could understand that interest, and since he was undoubtedly attracted to her, it was best to avoid anything that provoked it.