Hermione/bellatrix Novels & Stories

The next morning, 8:29. °°° Standing on the veranda, close to the entrance of the Alpha's office, was Bellatrix. Her dark hair was swept up in a side-braided ponytail, and she was wearing a V-neck grey tunic top paired with black leggings. With her hands intertwined before her, her lips tightly pressed together, and her eyes failing to conceal her anxiety, she appeared visibly tense. Xoey had accompanied her here upon her request, but she didn’t stay long, claiming she had to oversee the Luna's performance in the woodshed.

Some juwels seemed to blink between the metal. "Oh, I remember! She wore a golden hairpin that day, a phoenix design with rubies... what a shame it was all molten. She was such a beautiful madwoman... Bellatrix, Bellatrix, you really burned a deep grave for yourself. Well, I guess this happens when a nearly godly power is unleashed without restraint. Sadly, you fell pray to an even deadlier magic. This man really is something. So annoying. Really, too sad that you can't incinerate him as well anymore... I wonder who woud've won in a direct confrontation. Well, both of you are nothing compared to my Kitty."

Alpha Aeon said, breaking me from staring at the enlistment table. I turned around and nodded my head at him. “Thank you, Alpha.” “And he’s here. He just mindlinked me.” He added. “Good evening, Alphas! Beta Tyler!” A sweet but firm voice caught our attention, and we all turned our heads to look at the new arrival. A tall female with sandy blonde hair was beaming at us. Bellatrix Adams. Cameron’s future Beta. “Bellatrix!” Uncle Aeon exclaimed as he opened his arms. “Look at you, young lady! How much you have grown already.”

They could almost hear their united thought: how could a young woman they didn't even know stop a war that happened for more than ten years? Chloe sighed and turned around to point her thumb at the insignia of the Krystalline Palace's recognition of the Blood Star on the back of her robe. "I am the 27th Blood Star, Bellatrix of Orion," she announced. "Daughter of a Pure Blood, a member of the Rein Tribe." The Earth Krysts gasped, including the elder, and bowed their heads lower with their hands formed in the reverence of the Blood Star. "It seems they were knowledgeable of the Blood Star," Jucel noticed which made the Lady Terra smile.

She's still a little unsteady and leans into his embrace as they both watch Gerard continue to lick Bella's ass, making her sigh and moan softly every so often. "Do you think she looks bored? I think she needs a little something to challenge her," Charlotte observes dryly. Beth nods, then picks up a bottle of lube and commands Gerard to stop, with another

With that, he strode away, already drawing the attention of several board members and elite businessmen. Left alone, Bellatrix exhaled and made her way to the drink table. She needed something to dull the ache that was forming in her temples. Grabbing a glass of champagne, she took a sip, savoring the cool burn. But the brief moment of calm didn’t last. A voice rang out behind her—sharp, smug, laced with mockery and the fucking kind of Familiarity that grated against her ears irritably. “Well, well, well. Look who we have here. If it isn’t the sister who steals her own sister’s man.”

The subtle jumpiness whenever someone slammed the table or a shot was fired showed how scared she really was. “Meet Alexa, my woman and the future madam; make sure to remember her and give her the needed respect whenever you see her. Offending her is the same as incurring my wrath,” Morgan said to his underworld business associates and guards present when everything had been finally finalized. Everyone gave their congratulations and clicked their glasses to signify a successful deal had been closed. Alexa was surprised by Morgan's announcement, but she maintained her facade and smiled warmly, keeping a fake smile that she made to look as friendly as possible. The men realized why Draco had c

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

He only nodded, his eyes darting to the sides behind his glasses, in the shadow of his baseball hat. “It’s fully intelligent,” I said, still in whispers. “And it’s very pissed off. Please, help me get rid of it, Mr. Price.” He snorted, shaking his head and avoiding eye contact. “I can’t help you, Miss Garner,” he replied curtly. He glanced at me and away in a heartbeat. “I’ll send you the contact information of the psychic that gave me the spell to get rid of it. That’s all I can do.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?”

She shortly made the payment and showed us the transaction payment "Thank you, ma’am." I said before we turned back and walked out of the house "Did you see that?" Amal said as we stepped out of the house "See what?" "Her necklace, she is wearing someone’s yearly income. That is pure diamond around her neck" "And how do you it’s worth?" I asked "I know an expensive diamond when I see one" Amal heeds everything, nothing escapes her gaze, once she sees something she will mathematically find out its worth. I was about to enter the car when I realized Amal wasn’t behind me, she was taking a selfies in front of the Ferrari.