Fred And Hermione Novels & Stories

Primo did not want their piece of land, just a right to be able to search around, but because he won every battle, all the territories became a part of his pack legally. Gresser was there, fighting alongside his Alpha. He witnessed his feral look as he killed everyone who dared fight him by merely flying through them like a wind. Primo was positive he could see his Luna even if it meant searching the ocean, the House of the Merfolks, although it was foolish to think his Alpha would be mated to anyone living underwater. And even if he won against the merworld, everyone doubted Primo could first search the ocean for his Luna without drowning.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

Fred said and they all burst into laughter. "Don't you listen to him, he's only saying nonsense. You can't believe his words," Clara said and Zara shook her head. "Of course not," Zara assured. "Fred! You are back," Bella screamed out excitedly and hugged Fred from behind. Fred also held her hand and they both hugged each other. Both Zara and Clara rolled their eyes.

He asked her. “At least that is me helping you on something we can talk about.” He said to her and glanced at their son who was already dozing on his seat. He called on the boy and instruct him to go sleep in the room. They both watched the boy stood up and left for his room. “Now, Adunni, I am listening.” She heard his say as he continue with her hair. “I have a friend, her name is Aisha , were seat mates in Primary school, and we were also friends in secondary school.” She said to him.

'' Fred asked. Fred was his high school mate and friend, a boy who seemed to know everyone important. Back then in school, everyone wanted to be close to him. Everyone except Remus who just didn't care if he was connected or not. After all, Remus came from a connected family himself and so, he didn't see Fred as anything special but the guys at school didn't think so. Everywhere Fred went, they were sure to follow all in a bid for him to like them. Funny enough, Fred only liked a few but they still followed like the lost sheep they were.

Fred had deprived him of a happy life with his wife, and he wasn’t going to let that happen with his daughter. “She is with the vampires.” Herald felt his blood dry up as Fred mentioned this. He couldn’t believe his ears, and at first, he hoped Fred was trying to pull a joke on him, but he didn’t hear him backing it up with a laugh. “And you are telling me this calmly?” Herald questioned. “If anything happens to—”

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!

Fredrick’s scent hits me first: that oily cologne he thinks makes him dangerous. No wonder Eldora is teeming with rage and hatred. From the amount of bloodlust I felt earlier, I’m fiercely, stupidly proud that she hasn’t ripped in there and started a massacre. Restraint suits her. There’s another cloak too. If the other three are Remus, Cyrus and Asher, who is the last? They’re smaller. Is that… her? Fredrick’s real mate? They way she’s swaying… is she wasted? In broad daylight. Disgust wells in me. I hate her even more now.

Turning around, she left the office pulling Fred, who was watching everything from the door with the same surprise our faces reflected, out of her way. "You don't see that every day," he said clearing his throat. "That woman had too much fiber for breakfast," I answered taking a deep breath. "What she needs is a man who fucks her until she lost her sanity." “Helena!” Chris scolded me making Fred laugh. “What? The woman is crazy about you, you can see that from miles away.” “She only sees me as a brother.” "There are a lot of incest stories," Fred answered trying to look serious when Chris glared at him. "Sofia told me to invite you for lunch today,” he said instead. "What do you say?"

James added, “Because she was erased. Just like Jonathan.” Later that night at the estate east wing. Freda stood alone in the gallery, staring at the wall of Harrington patriarchs. So many secrets. So many buried truths. A whisper broke the silence. “Hello, sister.” Freda spun. There she was. Selene. Dark hair. Regal posture. A face like Freda’s—but older, sharper, colder. Dressed in a charcoal coat and leather gloves, standing like she’d always belonged here. Freda took a cautious step forward. “You’re Selene.”