Hermes Novels & Stories

The lady who sat beside the old man retorted. “Hera, leave my daughter alone.” The man silenced her. “But Zeus…” Hera protested. “We have more important matters that need to be discussed.” Zeus said, making Hera shut her mouth and swallow her pride. “What’s your name, young lady?” Zeus asked me in a calm tone. “Pandora.” I answer slightly bowing my head to show him my respect. He smiles at me while Hera only glares at me. “So it’s true.” He comments. “You’re back.”

We just finished parking the mustang and heading to the main point why I am here. I am with Kuya Sam going to the Hermes store. Yes, I am planning to buy a Hermes bag today as my gift for myself. I am torn between Hermes Kelly or Hermes Birkin. I talked and discussed everything with the Sales Associate of this store weeks ago. She even suggested that I should get the Birkin because it’s classic and sassy. We finally reached the Hermes store and we get inside. The guard approached us and check my bags first. We also fill up the health

He dismissed every other thoughts he wanted to point out and proceeded to take his leave. “And you need to rest. You look exhausted Louis, I can't have my beta looking like this.” I moved towards my desk in the the room and picked up a hard covered book. An envelope slipped out of the pages and fell on the table. The crest on the seal stole a nod from me as I heaved out a sigh. “The next Alpha meeting is in a week,” I said to him. Louis stopped and nodded. “Yes Alpha,” “You know what that means, right? Our new allies from Westmoore pack would pay us a visit, and if it goes well we've managed to secure ourselves another buisness venture.”

maybe. ​It wasn't Celeste. ​Every single word I had prepared died right in my throat. ​Hermes walked in. ​His tall, commanding figure loomed in the doorway,he was wearing tailored black trousers and polished black leather shoes, his shirt sleeves rolled carelessly up his forearms to reveal his veins and tense muscle. ​The first two buttons of his shirt were left open. ​His eyes locked onto mine. ​“Princess.”

“Or… has he been here before?” “Hermes is not a person, Araceli,” Sonia muttered. “It’s the name of a fashion brand. A brand that produces clothing, footwear, and sometimes accessories. We have a lot of brands like that nowadays.” “Oh.” My mouth formed an O as she explained, embarrassment clawing under my skin. I closed my eyes tightly and groaned in frustration. “Take her to every brand store you can find in New York City,” Matvei ordered, his voice loud enough to make my heart jump.

You asked hera curiously while pointing your little fingers on hermes. Hera's lips twitched, struggling to suppress a laugh as she watched the exchange unfold. "Oh, darling, no," she chuckled softly, turning her attention back to Hermes with an amused glare. "Hermes is very much male, despite his penchant for mischief and sometimes questionable fashion choices." Hermes dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "Questionable fashion choices? I'll have you know these sandals are the latest trend in celestial footwear!" He struck a pose, showc

Everything about the place was breathtaking, from the perfectly lined pathway lights to the distant hum of the automatic gates. I was still taking it in when a low, throaty rumble filled the air. Hermes appeared at the far end of the driveway astride a black motorcycle—sleek, powerful, almost predatory under the lights. He was in a matching dark leather jacket, black jeans, and aviator shades that caught the faint glint from the driveway lamps. He stopped right in front of me, the engine purring low as he slid the shades down his nose and met my gaze.

This question is like asking a chef if they are familiar with pots and pans, it's simply stupid! She pursed her lips and said, "It's alright." "Do you know about the brand Herseor's cosmetics? Are they good?" The makeup artist thought she was being verbose, but still said, "Herseor is a top makeup brand created by CC, a renowned makeup artist. It is not sold publicly and only accepts private customization. I saw it when I was an apprentice at a famous actress's place before. The makeup effect is particularly good, and it is the most skin-friendly makeup I have ever seen."

"Well, I'm not quite sure about the others. Joseph is a good middle name, but being Irish, I imagine you like your Guinness. I'll say your middle name is something else." "That's your final answer?" "Yes," I tell him, leaning forward, curious if I'm right. He makes a sound like an annoying game show buzzer. "Wrong." "What?" "Joseph is my middle name, but whiskey is my drink of choice." "Oh! That was a trick question." "One point for me, princess." I narrow my eyes and cross my arms. "Okay, my turn." I think over what I can say to trick him and then grin. "One, I love cats. Two, my middle name is Bella. And, three, my favorite food is melanzane alla parmigiana."

I liked it. Just as I reached for my second sip of champagne, I felt a hand slide down my arm. I recoiled on instinct, my whole body snapping back like a coiled wire. I turned, my mouth already parting with a snappy, “Do not touch me—” before I managed to rein it in and rearrange my expression into something less… homicidal. “Oh,” I said instead, deadpan. “Hermes. What a surprise.” Standing there, grinning like I was a raffle prize he just won, was Hermes Samson. He was sixty-something, always wore some awful cologne that smelled like burnt cinnamon and cigars, and talked like every woman under forty was a delicate flower bloomi