Fred X Hermione Novels & Stories

"Besides, it's about time that boy settles down." "That boy! is my future husband dad!" She snarled. "At least he was until this..." She grunted in exasperation. "I hate her!" "Quit your yapping and eat. When your mother gets back today, you can scream and yell all you want in her ear." Fred rumbled. "I bet that mom knew about this." Darina seethed. "I'll never forgive her for doing this to me. She knows how much I love Ethan."

It's the latest Hermès! Below that were all kinds of photos of the luxury gifts she'd gotten, along with selfies taken in different hotel rooms. In the background, Fred's clothes or his signature Patek Philippe watch were always in view. The evidence was overwhelming. There was no room for denial. Winnie let out a piercing scream and buried her face in her hands, wishing a hole would open up in the ground and swallow her whole. The curses rising from the crowd grew even harsher. "She's shameless! And she actually thinks being the other woman is something to brag about!"

"...Before I met Prince Helios, I had always been having this weird dream of me almost kissing a good-looking man... I didn't know what I had signed up for, by going to the royal ball. I didn't just meet the mysterious man in my dreams... I met my mate, Helios. He is mate with my werewolf side; Camli by name, and Eros is mate with the witch part of me, Ezra." Dad flops his head backwards on the sofa, unblinking as he stares at the ceiling. Finally, he takes in a deep breath "I am just so glad that I have one daughter, you." I chuckle nervously "so?" He sits straight "This is a lot to take in Hermione, you are one strong fine lady... I would want to know dear, who do you want to be with? Do y

Prince Andre said, circling around princess Freda. “She is a lycan hybrid,” Prince Deacon said. “I can smell the wolf on her, but she does not smell half-dead to me,” Prince Andre took a deep sniff of her hair. “Princess Freda, meet prince Andre. In case you are wondering; yes he is always this creepy,” Prince Deacon mocked. “Princess? Interesting.” Prince Andre took a piece of her hair and turned it around his fingers. “If you touch her again, it will be the last time,” Prince Ra jumped out of nowhere.

She was trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Freya! She can never be Freya!” Clinton interrupted. His voice was thick with emotion. “Freja is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Freya…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Freya was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

It’s a full crew: me, both my mates, Alexander, Rowen, Summer, Jared, Evanora, Edward, Jareth, Citra, Michael, Hawk, Jaiden, Meredith, Gael, Hakeem, Charlie, Isaac, and Lacy. “You ready for this?” Hermes asks. The bravado is gone. There are dark circles under his eyes—something I didn’t think gods even had. He looks… worried. That’s not a good sign. “As we’ll ever be,” Xander says. Hermes nods. “Everyone link hands. Two of you need to touch me directly.” We all form the chain. When he’s sure we’re connected, Hermes grabs Arya’s hand on one side and Jaiden’s on the other.

“I can’t decide alone. I’ll let the board know.” Freda smiled—and Xander noticed. “You seem to like Evelyn,” he remarked. Freda scoffed. “Who wouldn’t like her? You do too, right?” He was hearing it again. Xander hesitated. “We’re just coworkers.” “Oh please,” Freda rolled her eyes. “You can fool the birds but not me. I know the Xander who drank himself to a pulp when my best friend died.” Then she stood up, walking to his drawer. She pulled it picking Tatiana's picture from inside, "And I definitely know the Xander that still keeps a dead woman's picture by his side."

He let out an amused laugh. "Yes, the earth, passivity. Yang is the masculine principle, the sky, light, activity. Melissa is totally yang in a feminine body, Lexie!" Fred smiled. "But I love her completely, as if it were a love from past lives, something so strong and powerful that it transcends any barrier of time, space, and logic." "That's so beautiful, Fred!" I was touched by what he said. "Oh, don't cry! I'm sure that simpleton loves you too and there'll be a reasonable explanation for all of this!" Fred wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.

"Nice to meet you officially, Luna. This is Celia, my sister, and over there is Frieda." Celia was taller than Lacey, and her hair was as black as her eyes. Her face had delicate features with smooth porcelain skin. Xenia remembered her from the other day before almost dropping her from the top floor. On the other hand, Frieda had frizzy orange hair and fair skin. Her face was round with pronounced cheeks covered in freckles, and she looked as if she had never frowned a day in her life. "So," Frieda said with an arched eyebrow, "you're the human stirring the Alpha's loins."

As they saw him, it was as if peace settled over them. “I just wanted to make sure everyone was aware that Artemis is in no way connected to the issue that we’re having with Hermione. She is with me the whole time, and she is a friend of mine . . .” He even lies. I am aware that he has never considered me to be a friend but in a romantic sense. “Kade Zeph Ford, we always believe you, but Hermione stated she commands a people—”