Harry Potter Fanfiction Possessive Fleur Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The Moonflower's power is yours to claim." As the trio approached the Moonflower, its petals shimmered with a magical glow, casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade. The flower radiated a power that seemed to pulse with life, its light casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade. They reached out to touch the Moonflower, and a surge of power coursed through them, a power that seemed to come from deep within their souls. They knew that they had passed the trials, their bond stronger than ever. But they also knew that their journey was far from over. Drax's looming threat still hung over them, a dark cloud that threatened to consume everything they held dear. United by their bond

"Dear Albert, when you read this letter, I had already consumed the Love potion. I know you may think I'm foolish, and truth be told, I wasn't entirely sure if this would work to keep my husband's love. But I know he is my mate, and we naturally have a bond of love. If the Love Potion can make him love me more, then I win the gamble. If not, then I am prepared to lose." "Albert, when we were studying together, there was a flower left on my desk every day. I knew you were the one leaving those flowers, and I knew you liked me. It was more than a simple student's friendship, and while I never reciprocated your feelings, you may have believed it was because I am a werewolf, and you are a vampir

Aislen said for him. “Doesn’t have to be roses,” his cheeks were bright red, and he avoided her eyes. “Any flower would do.” “I’ve never wanted to be ordinary,” Harry declared. “You never have been,” Jules observed coming around the side of the house with the pot of water and the small boy. “From the moment you were born, my beloved, I imagine the sun shone brighter, and the stars sparkled more, shamed by your beauty.” “Oh, my gawd,” Toby’s jaw unhinged.

The ground was dry, cracked, and desolate. And at its centre— She stood. Flora. She was not like I'd remembered from the old stories. Her previous loveliness had turned cruel. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back in loose tangles like a spill of in; her deep green eyes shone unnatural and full of magic, and her lips curled into a smile of amusement as if waiting for my hesitation. Her friendship with the queen had been the envy of many; kids were raised to handle their friendship like they both did, but alas, it was all a ruse. A connection that is deep and powerful was mere pretence, nothing real. I shivered involuntarily at the cruelty of the whole situation.

Her jaw drops when she sees the size of the diamond ring gleaming in that tiny package. She breathes out slowly. She composes herself by closing her eyes for a few seconds! She closes the ring box. She pushes it away. "Mario It makes no difference whether I marry you or not. In any case, I'd still be your property. " Fleur's gaze was straight and full of hatred. She folded both of her arms, hugging herself. She was shaking and that gesture didn't mask any of it.

Elva said now kneeling on the bed. Even in her tousled hair...she still looks beautiful. Huh?..No she's as ugly as shit! "You can go out and try that with other guys.. Not my Mig" I yelled. "Your Mig you say?" I heard and turned to see Fleur walking into the room. "No one owns my brother,it's a lady with a pure and beautiful heart who has the right to own my bro" Fleur said. Gosh...I really hate her guts.. "Ohh...really?" I asked.

I said, caught in her gorgeous eyes. I sighed, and she gave me a puzzled look before asking, "an-and why did t-that woman call me y-your be-beloved o-one?" " Because you are my lovely soulmate, Fleurie." ___________________________________________________ Well here it is What did you think of the chapter is it good? Please leave you're to comment form and vote or share it with your friends Word Count: 1058

Suddenly, in the middle of the green mass I noticed magenta and pink spots. I run to the garden with my heard pounding and stopped at the rose hid bush, the same one I was trying the put the spell on the previous day. There were rose buds… beautiful rose buds everywhere! “The spell worked! My spell actually work! I can control flowers!” I started screaming and jumping for joy.

one place I'm absolutely familiar with in this house as I've come here to take fresh air and deep breaths whenever I felt like choking Lawrence from frustration due to his attitude. Don't get me wrong, he's a sweetheart but possessive with the ability to drive you crazy (get your mind out of the gutter) Wait, where were we? After running into the garden, I squeezed my not so tiny self into a corner where the lily flowers are. It's the most secretive and secure spots here. If he catches me here, then I'm done for. "Come out little one". The man says with a taunting voice, damn I'm really in a horror movie.

he reciprocated. Ultimately, he was her possessive husband and she was a Rose owned by him. His gaze held her intertwined and his existence was a thorn that both protected and confined her. In the garden of their life, she bloomed only in the shadow of his presence, her petals never truly free yet so beautifully bound to him with a thread of eternity. ◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ 【ＴＨＥ ＥＮＤ】