Novel & Cerita Hermione Granger Yule Ball

Amaryllis' campus was busy with preparation for the upcoming annual Winter Ball―an exclusive dance festival held before Christmas Vacations. The Ball management team were already out scouting potential helping hands, searching every department with eagle eyes. Jeremy chewed onto his orange ball pen and sighed for the hundredth time, earning a few looks from his peers. A member of the Ball management team was making a tiny speech in their class―about which Jeremy cannot afford to think. Jeremy's thoughts were around the discovery he made last evening, browsing about the Blanche family with Sasha. He didn't know if he should feel relieved or worried. One thing was that Roy did not belong to th

Why can't they call me Artemis since I'm already in their database? She chews the inside of her lower lips. She persisted in asking, "Aren't you?" "Yes, I’m Artemis," I uttered in a low voice. It isn't very comfortable to find out that these she-wolves ask me if I am Hermione’s twin sister because it directly indicates that she is significantly more well-known than I am. I didn't get what I deserved. "That's right. . ." she mumbled. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have to tell you that Hermione is going to be the one singing at the ball. I felt it necessary to bring that to your attention. I'm not sure how significant that is—"

I tell her "Well… you know, there's nothing that can't happen if the moon goddess so please to do... You really need to see him Hermione, he is so surreal… So out of this world, I feel like climbing all over him, eating him raw and never letting go." Glinda fantasizes, clutching her chest tightly "Ewwww! Glinda!" I shake her out of the reverie "This is reality Glinda! You really should not attend any more balls at the royal palace, cause I be the one to get it every single time." I say exasperatedly "Come on Hermione, you are so missing out... and the balls are so..." She starts to fantasize again

It was more than I had ever hoped to get. “Thank you so much!” I screeched going to give her another big hug. Annabeth laughed at my excitement but she held on to me. “I just decided to pick that colour because it reminded me of your eyes. But I am glad you like it.” “Are you kidding me? I love it!” I said. I unclipped the ornament from my hair and felt its stony texture between my fingers. “That reminds me, there will be a ball coming up in the castle. You should come with me,” she said.

I suppose the absence of his scheming wife has done him more good than he was willing to admit until now. As she does every day, Hermione looks resplendent. Her gown shimmers under the ballroom lights, complementing her radiant skin and dark, luscious hair. I approach them in a quieter corner of the party, my energy nearly spent after exchanging pleasantries with hundreds of guests. It has been a grueling day, and I want nothing more than to retire with my wife. Hermione senses my approach before I am even within arm's reach; her eyes lock onto mine through the crowd. My soulmate.

The women straightened their dresses and put their shoes on. Electra and Hadrian were the last to go down the stairs since she was the highest-ranking Alpha. She had never been to a Yule ball other than the one on her birthday when AJ rejected her. Seeing so many people lowering their heads to her was overwhelming. Halfway down the stairs she stopped. “Ladies, at least half of you are wearing dresses from my shop. Gentlemen, I probably have seen your wife or daughter. Please don’t start treating me like a princess in a tower. I’m still Electra. I just have a split personality now.”

How many things would I have kept buried by the time my reign as Supreme Luna’s over? Enzo and I finished getting dressed. I just wanted tonight to go off without a hiccup. The Grand Ball Hall was booked for tonight’s ball. The entire pack wasn’t invited which proved this wasn’t an ordinary ball. “Can’t wait for this to be over,” Enzo muttered as we exited our room. “The car’s waiting for us.” “You can’t be serious with this Enzo! You’re sending our daughter away!” Sybil found us just before we walked out of the pack house.

“Intelligence seeks you out… but it appears you two are masters in hiding. Excuse me.” I strode past them, shoulders brushing theirs deliberately, a subtle assertion of dominance. If they thought they could intimidate me, they were very, very wrong. Those around began to murmur, some giggling. By the time I reached class, I spotted Elera waiting for me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “The school’s mating ball is happening this weekend,” she gushed. “I see,” I said, leaning back against my desk casually. “All students can attend! Please tell me you’ll come,” she pleaded, eyes wide, practically sparkling with hope.

"Get Isabella to the basement." I caught his wrist. "No." He looked at me. His gray-green eyes mirrored my resolve. "This time, I'm not hiding," I said firmly. The front doors blew inward. Smoke and the metallic scent of blood flooded the air. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his black coat splattered red. He looked unhinged. The tenderness I once knew had vanished. Red veined his eyes. When he saw me behind Dante, he smiled. "Isabella, my good girl," he said softly. "The ballet isn't over. Why did you leave the stage?"

"You're telling me you let him choose a designer for you? Pick out a gown for you? And you didn't have the weakest nerve to tell him you hate too bold flowers in your dress?” “Oh God! Zara, just stop talking please!” “I've spent the last few days racking my brains with bugs. Can I get a moment of silence without these rambling in my ears?” “You're gonna walk around tomorrow looking like Cinderella? Come on, Hermione. When did you become this person?" she groans out, her head dropping with defeat. "Babe, please just… just fucking calm down, okay? I just don't want them to hear us." I pick up a wine glass from the table and tip it to my lips.