Harry Potter Fanfiction Possessive Fleur Mga Nobela at Kwento

She never thought he can stop her breathing with his weight. "Rose," Harry said seriously making her look at him with worried eyes. She flinched when he pulled an artificial rose flower in front of her face making her chuckle out. She grabbed with a loving gaze. "Where did you get this from?" She questioned making him proudly sit. "I stole it from the bar counter." He said proudly. Rose laughed a little realizing the billionaire stole a tiny decorated rose from the bar. But soon she looked at him adorably after all he stole it for her.

“Doing what? Planning how to kill your brother? Or steal his mate again?” I turned to her slowly. “Don’t talk about her.” “She’s all you talk about,” Flora said, her voice twisting. “Even when I’m here, your mind’s there. On her.” I didn’t deny it. Because it was true. She stood and walked toward me, too close. Her fingers touched my chest. “I can make you forget her.” I stepped back. She didn’t stop. “I look like her now, don’t I?” Her voice was brittle. “Same hair. Same eyes. I even wear her perfume. I could be her, if you just closed your eyes..."

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

The tranquil setting of an evening gradually came into view before his eyes as the time passed. Every day, he takes in the splendor of the setting that he fashioned. But honestly, he always felt that this scene had nothing special to hold his mind. Perhaps, he was longing for the figure of the owner of this place, not the beauty of the scene. As he stretched his hand out in front of him, a flower suddenly dislodged itself from the branch and flew into his hand. This rose, which is a red velvet rose, is stunning. There is nothing that can be done to improve the shade of red that appears on these petals; they have reached their full potential. It is beautiful, fragile, yet thorny; this beauty

Her pained expression and her desperate actions did show me how desperately she wanted to free herself from my silhouette but I couldn't. I couldn't let her fly in a sky that wasn't mine. She was My Flower. Daniel's Flower. The Vampire King's Flower. She will bloom in my garden and will die there if she has to. I don't care. I can't let my mate go away. No! "You are going to come with me to the castle, flower. We are going to live together forever." I murmured refusing to let go of her despite her futile attempts. "You are sick!" She said as her free hand came crashing down on my cheek, making me come out of my daze as I left her wrist which had turned red. As I came crashing down to the gro

he made circles with his index finger in my eyes. I never heard a compliment in my eyes like that one. “How did you manage them?” “Wisteria flowers bloom yearly, and it’s hard to maintain these beautiful blooms. But I like them, and I was sure you would like them too. After all, Purple is your favorite color.” It surprised me he knew everything about me. “Don’t tell me you keep these flowers for me.” I rolled my eyes. He smirked, and I sat up, looking at him. “I wanted to corrupt you in the most immoral way; I wanted to give you everything in return with one thing only,” he smoked in his dark voice with a controlling peer.

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

However, she ended up staring at the flowers on top of the side table. With all the strengths she had, she slowly reached for it and smelled the flowers. It was roses, white and red. “Hmm, who brought it here?” She thought and found a small card inside. Out of curiosity, she picked and opened it. “Dear, Sleepyhead. I know you don’t want to see and talk to me that’s why I left these flowers for you. I hope your fast recovery.” Dianna took a deep breath and quickly put back the card into the flowers. She placed it back on the table and crossed her arms, staring sharply at the wall.

Who was still wrapped around her like a cobra viper, snarling at Harry? He retreated and growled at Harry, “Mine,”, Fleur placed her hands on his cheeks and made him look at her. She tiptoed and pecked his lips in commitment, after a few jiffies she tried to pull back but looks like he had other plans, he placed his hand on her nap and kissed her deeply. Cora and I smiled at them. Fleur deserves this. They are so perfect. I was fully aware of the heated gaze of my mate, but I chose to ignore it. I went to the library to give these love birds some space.

Adele's POV "I don't know why you keep insisting I'm your wife," I said, forcing each word past the tightness in my chest. "Does she look like me? Maybe I resemble her—wolves say many humans share the same bones, the same eyes, a similar scent event—but that doesn't make me her. I'm Fleur Swann. You need to accept that." I held his gaze, refusing to be the first to look away.