Novel & Cerita For Honor Fanfiction

I said, still not knowing why she had been chosen as my mate. "Strange things have been happening ever since she moved into my house." I whispered. "What do you mean, Alpha,?" Irina asked, her keen eyes alert. There's no point in keeping anything back so I started by telling Irina everything right from my coronation day, how Hazel, a traitor's daughter and alleged murderer was chosen by the moon goddess to be my mate. Irina's eyes widened as I proceeded to tell her what happened a few nights ago when Hazel had a nightmare. I recounted how I felt her distress and had gone to her room but something strange came over me and I almost strangled her to death.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“I’m spoken for, but she’s single.” Honor’s head snapped to the side as she looked at Arya. “Since when are you spoken for?” “Since I decided there was someone I wanted. It’s no big deal because it probably won’t happen,” she said and shrugged. He bought them shots, they laughed and danced and after an hour, Honor excused herself and headed to the bathrooms in the back. She washed her hands and wiped them on her jeans as she walked back into the dimly lit hallway. “Tell me I’m crazy,” he said, and pushed himself away from the wall.

"In the past, Adam once took Yara to a family event to be known, I have known it for a long time, from their high school. It's a pity that they didn't continue their relationship. But I’m thankful, they can still be friends even though they have broken up." "Friend?" Rhea looked at Yara, while Yara looked back at her Mama as if sending a message for her mama to cover up her true relationship with Adam. But it seems that Yara has to learn again from this telepathic because her mama doesn't catch the message she sent in silence at all. "What best friend? Adam is her ex she is the most hated. She said it was because Adam was telling her when they broke up, now she never got a serious boyfriend.

He nods as if trying to win my trust. I assume those guys don’t know Emily’s whole identity. Not even her name. They only consider her as my spy, which is not true. It might be a little difficult for them to find her, so I have ample time to find them and beat their asses. Moreover, I can’t let Orson live, now. He will certainly tell them about this and as far as I know, after collecting all the information they will kill him, too. “Now, as I promised,” I manage a fake smile.

She shivered under my touch, biting her lip as I trailed kisses down her neck, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Her breath hitched as I cupped her face, eyes locked on hers. “You’re so beautiful, Vee.” She smiled, a little shaky, but real. “I never thought I’d hear that from you.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “I’m a different man now.” The night stretched out before us, filled with whispered promises and the slow burn of discovery. Every touch, every sigh, every shared heartbeat was a step toward something neither of us had dared to imagine—a future where we weren’t enemies, or scars, but something real.

Inside, resolve settled into something steadier than desire. Later, as dusk bled into night, Julia scrolled through her phone, the familiar tightening in her chest returning. Brandon watched from the kitchen, reading her expression before she spoke. “They’re talking,” she said. “About what.” “Us.” She turned the screen toward him. Headlines blurred into speculation. Anonymous sources. Carefully seeded doubt. Is the Disgraced Heir Hiding an Affair? Charity Scandal Deepens Amid Romance Rumors Brandon’s jaw hardened. “They’re manufacturing distance.”

“Stop pretending! And don't ever think Damian hasn't forgotten you! He may not have forgiven you—that much is obvious. But forgotten you?” Leah glanced at her two friends, silently signaling them to laugh along. “Looks like your dreams are a little too big, sister!” “But if he hasn't forgiven me, that means he still remembers me, sweetheart. Don't you understand something that simple?” Hazel blinked innocently, wearing a sweet expression that only irritated Leah further. “Sometimes, haters know far more than fans ever do.” Hazel stepped back, casually flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Now I'm curious…”

I'm sorry, but I have to leave, look, notice my friend over there she beckons on me (Ashley, Ashley, Kelly screams out to her as she clutches Ashley's hand and heads towards the exit of the club). Kelly, what's wrong with you? Why did you pull my hand the way you did? Couldn't you have seen that I was flirting with a handsome guy and it was working? What was that all about? Ashley, I'm sorry. I just needed to get away from Harvey. Harvey! Harvey from work! Your adversary Harvey! Yes, Harvey, albeit I never said he was my foe. Oh really! What did he want this time? He was just being his normal self, a jerk! Always trying to get under my skin. Oh, Kelly, you would have let me have a go at him

My chest warms when she returns with a napkin and writes her mobile number and email address down for me to give to Hong. “Thank you Aida. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for the woods incident. I didn’t know what they were planning.” She touches my shoulder and I feel a level of resentment at the memory leave me. She freezes when Saskia, Skylar, Melody and Tanya walk into the marquee and scowl at her for apologising to me. In true future Luna style she spins and walks off head held high. I still had pancakes, bacon and hash browns to eat, so I picked up my plate and carried it over to Hong’s table. I tap his back gently and hand him the napkin from behind bearing his chance at happiness.