Novel & Cerita Garreth Weasley

A flash of purple sparkles in them before he quickly turned away, clearing his throat. “The medical centre is this way. We must hurry. Perseus is a stickler when it comes to arriving on time. I also have a training session after we tour the village. We can’t waste any more time than we already have.” Garren began walking towards the village. I hurried after him, careful of my foot placement to ensure I didn’t lose balance and wipe out. “He is definitely an interesting individual. What was up with the purple glowing eyes.?” Oren whispered as if anyone could hear her.

"The eldest daughter of a Marquis, jealous of her own sister—cutting off your hair and divorcing your husband in public? "Go back to the Blackwells and apologize to Julie and everyone else. If you dare ruin their marriage celebrations and bring disgrace upon this family, don't ever call me your brother again!" A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I took in Gareth's imposing figure. When I first descended to the mortal world, Gareth and I grew up side by side, our bond as close as that of true siblings. Though born unable to stand, he had always dreamed of being the protective older brother. I still recalled how he used his crutch to drive away the drunkards who dared to harass

“I’m smart! I’m the smartest girl in the whole wide world!” The sound of steady footsteps echoed from the direction of the kitchenette. Gareth emerged, carrying a wooden tray laden with sliced Honeycrisp apples and two tall glasses of chilled orange juice. He was dressed in a simple white crew-neck t-shirt and charcoal lounge shorts. It was a dangerously casual look for a man with a jawline that could probably cut glass. Every time I saw him like this—stripped of the stoic business exterior—my internal monologue tended to malfunction. “What’s all the racket? Did someone win the lottery?”

"I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.'" — Rubeus Hagrid to Harry, Ron, and Hermione in The Goblet of Fire N A T A S H A | The Cunning Ex Girlfriend

Gael, Beta Garrick’s sister had a weird definition of what belonged to her. The werewolves claimed their mates as theirs, but she claimed her brother as her ownership. In her mind, she knew Beta Garrick knew and all she was doing at the moment, was for Beta Garrick’s best interest at heart.

The stench of death was unmistakable. Then Seraphina gasped. "Garret." Dorian went rigid beside her. His breathing grew harsh. Garret had once been second-in-command. Fiercely loyal, sharp-eyed, quick to smile in battle. He'd trained alongside Dorian since childhood closer than brothers. Now, he was a shell. Seraphina stepped forward, but the moment her magic reached out, it recoiled violently. Something inside Garret rejected her touch. Fought it. And then-

I wanted something that distanced me from Garrett, not brought us together. I almost expected this entire afternoon to go smoothly, but the sneer on the teenage girl's face ruined those thoughts. I blamed Thalia for my burst of optimism. The teenage girl's Mother had the same disdainful sneer on her smooth face, looking at me with something similar to disgust. "Aurora, this is my wife and daughter--your half sister." Garrett smiled, looking truly at ease as he gazed at his wife. "My wife, Veronica and my daughter Kady."

Delta Valor left to inform Alpha Logan about our arrival, and we hauled our bags, boxes and luggage into the houses. Greta was struggling with a heavy box, and Agatha yelled at her with a large stack of books in her hands, “You're too young to be tired, Greta.” Greta Coleman was Agatha’s granddaughter and amongst the most powerful witches in our coven. “And you're too old to be alive, but here we are, grandma.” She retorted with a smirk on her lips, and I snapped my gaze at her with a stern glance, suppressing the laughter that tried to elude me.

"We're not in any danger—but if I thought my kids were being threatened, I'd use them in a nanosecond." Whitney nodded. "Deke is a gargoyle. Your husbands are gargoyles, too?" The three women nodded. "Ours are old gargoyles from Ireland," Meg explained. "Deke was born here, so he doesn't seem to know about our history."