Hermione/fleur Novels & Stories

she thought. She looked at Thalia, who didn't break apart from her mate, and it tore her inside. As soon as Thalia separated from her mate, Lydia smelled it. She recognized the fragrance of bluebells and snow saints—it was coming from Thalia. She sniffed at herself, not wanting anyone to see her. She smelled of honeysuckle, which was Thalia's scent. “She is wearing our scent,” Circe said. “I don't know how, but it…”

I let the heavy, undeniable sexual tension crackle through the open mic. "You built me a very elaborate dressing room, Franco," I purred. My voice dripped with dark, seductive authority. "But if you think giving me a knife makes me your pet project, you’re sorely mistaken. I don't belong to you. I own this fucking island now." "I know," Franco whispered. The submission in his voice was absolute. The architect of the Apex Bloom had completely yielded to the monster he helped create. "The hub is yours. You have full administrative access to the labyrinth’s pneumatic bulkheads. The board is yours to manipulate."

Celeste’s reaction was measured but unmistakable. She sat behind her broad desk in the early morning light, the heavy curtains only half drawn, allowing a pale wash of winter sun to seep into the room. The flash drive Evelyn had delivered was connected to her private terminal, its small metallic shape out of place against the polished surface. On the screen before her, lines of data scrolled by in silent testimony, each figure and account number layering into something far greater than simple financial movements.

“There are more than fifteen, what, bouquet over there. Do you think we’re going to use them all?” Darrion frowned and seemed to think, then he looked at the table again. “There are some green herbs and sweet flowers to make ordinary potions. There are also honey and Keptera, and fire lizard tail to make heating potions. There are also some mushrooms and dried bugs. The fern might be used as a passive boost for elemental attacks. I ever read my father’s combination books about basic potion making. If I’m right, then only two stalks will be used for the making. There would be plenty for us to take,” Darrion said with a smile.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

And that's the biggest reason stopping her from showing any positive signs from her to him. Putting a stone over her senses she could accept him being an animal and a ruthless beast but she can't accept the fact that one day she will have to share him. Alas! He already has another mistress as well. What's the guarantee he will stay loyal to her? The woman seems to be after her throat. Fleur was weak. Extremely weak for her own good. Her mind was too naive to built any conspiracies against anyone. After a few hours as soon as she went to the garden to get a peaceful air but just when her feet stepped over the grass a flying rolled-up paper hit her head. She sighed grabbing the paper and even

She sees my laptop. "Don't even think about it" I mumble knowing she can't hear me. She takes my Laptop; of course, she knows my password. It's the word password. Damn, I should have cleared my browsing history and quick access. Who am I kidding? I don't have to care anymore. I get behind the couch to see what she's doing. She types in my password, revealing my wallpaper; a blue butterfly.

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

says Hector. Hector walks into the bathroom. He sees a good sized room. On the walls he sees a lot of symbols like runes. He uses the restroom and turns on the shower. As soon as he does, he smells this fragrance consisting of roses, lavender and some other herbs. Hector knows he is in the kingdom of the witches, and he needs to stay alert. He strips out of his clothes and steps into the warm water. He sees many bottles of soap and they all smell like the rain. Hector quickly uses them, rinses off and dries with a towel he finds hanging on the wall. He walks out of the bathroom just as Rex is getting back.

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.