Harmony Fanfic Novels & Stories

They were heading for the moment that their bodies were slowly heating up when Haria pushed Jacob slightly as if she already came back to her senses. "It-It's not right, Jacob. W-We're already both mated. Although I've already made up my mind to forget Marky. But you, I know that you and Divine are happy together," Haria immediately said. As much as possible, she tried to fight her feelings, although she's been wishing for a long time to be with Jacob again. That she's longing for his hugs and kisses, and even for his body. Then, Jacob just averted his gaze from her.

Even in just the word hello. “Richard.” “Harper! Thank fuck you called. Your boyfriend told you then” he chuckled and it sent shivers down my spine. “My fiancé? Yes, he told me. You know the murderer, the terrorist, the Russian prick? That guy”. I looked up at Dimitri’ face, he didn’t even look angry, just defeated. “Harper, come on. You can do better,” my blood was boiling. “You know what Richard. I can’t, I actually cannot do better then Dimitri and I’m calling you to tell you to fuck off. Don’t ever contact me or him again.” I was pacing the hallway with Dimitri’s eyes on me.

"You're my best friend, you should have shared your story. How could you have a romantic relationship with Jun, the Asian Star? But you didn't tell me?" Hyomi snorted harshly. "How could I tell you? Things aren't as beautiful as you imagined!" "I was terrorized, and Jun and I just confessed to each other." Hyomi was stunned for a moment. "I just wanted to tell you something definite." "I don't know if I can formalize my relationship with Jun anyway. I've been terrorized by that fan." She continued. "Sorry." "Why apologize?" "Because I love Jun. You're their fan too."

Harmony states. After they leave, I make my way back into the living room to find Theo sitting patiently on the couch. “Morning. Are you ok?” I ask as I sip my drink. “Not entirely. I need to ask you a question.” His words are pained beyond measure. “What is your question?” I ask while sitting next to him. Worry is beginning to eat at me. “How do you do it?” “Do what?” “How do you get past the fact that your mate is a witch?” His eyes burn into mine. “I love her. Every little detail about her, I love. She is my other half. Not to mention, look at what she can do. It is a little different and may take the townspeople time to get used to, but it doesn’t matter what they all think of her, only

"Move back...your scent is disturbing my nose and peace of mind." "Think about it," she continued, unbothered by what he said. "I could give your father exactly what he wants. A strong match...A powerful alliance and very strong grand kids... and in return..." She paused, letting the words settle in. "We could share the Null. Both of us. No one else would ever touch him again." For one heartbeat, the room seemed to go utterly silent around Elias. Was he hearing properly? He could rip her heart out of her shirt right now if not for this damn Luna selection. But he held it in.

Harriet picked up a red poppy flower and handed it to Harmony. "Harmony, look! Isn't it pretty?" she said. Harmony narrowed her deep-green eyes, and the flower dried in her hands. Then she gave Harriet a cold stare. "Don't call me Harmony. There is nothing harmonious about me," she hissed. Harriet smiled at her as if she didn't notice her coldness. "What would you like me to call you then?" Harmony looked up and shrugged. "I would like to have a magnificent name. I want my magic to shine like a star in the evening sky."

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 want to recruit everything that can carry a note. Living or otherwise." Jack reached the egg chamber. The crystallized walls were pulsing with the Harmony's accelerating compound frequency, each pulse slightly stronger than the last. The twelve shard-emissaries stood in their positions around the chamber, their individual notes wavering as the unison pressure built. Shard-Haley -- the former mathematical precision incarnate, now gloriously chaotic thanks to the baby's calibrated note -- was visibly struggling. Her neon-pink sweater flickered toward powder blue with each pulse. "The Harmony is trying to flatten me," Shard-Haley reported, her voice carrying the specific panic of someone who

All the brothers' fantasy frantically about Cassandra. Now she understood — why they ever were so drawn towards her like moths. She was the burning flame who shall end their sorrows every night. The womanly flame rekindled every time they touched her and she smiled at them. Thinking about their reverse harem dynamics gave her goosebumps, electrifying and strong. Before she could nod her head, Alex was already running off behind Darla and Cassandra; Cassandra in the lead. She didn't even hear what he had told her...

The risk of anyone trying to knock themselves up out of curiosity or who knows what would make me sick. “Are we ready,” Angel says, wrapping her arms around us both. Harlow looks at me once more, and Dante pushes through my eyes, flashing them black a couple of times. Our mates presses her lips together, clearly emotional. When we get inside, Tate and Rowan are waiting and we all form a massive hug. That’s when I finally get emotional, feeling our heartbeats together, our warmth and our love. Sure I still don’t really know Tate and I know I don't have a passionate connection with him the way I do Harlow and Rowan… but we’re still fated mates. We’d die for each other without hesitation.