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“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

I whisper, noticing Hermes approaching our table. Hermes has always disgusted me. He has greasy salt and pepper hair balding at the top, a rounded belly that sticks out of his shirts that are at least two sizes too small, and long pointed fingers nails that look as if they've never been touched, but his smell, alone is enough to make anyone keep their distance. He smells like death, what I'd imagine a zombie smelled like. A scent that's pungent yet sickly sweet; imagine a rotting piece of meat mixed with a candy-scented woman's perfume. Whenever he's near, it makes me want to vomit. I have to recall my years of stringent training under my father's wrathful gaze to keep a straight face when h

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

Maybe it's just her eyes playing games with her. He bowed his head slightly, "I am Hermes, the third son of king Median, the king of the werewolves." he introduced. Rielle opened her eyes and looked at him. She stared at him for a while with a blank look before she bursted out, laughing hard. "Are you kidding me? That is exactly the name of my book character and what do you mean by werewolves? Stop joking with me." she laughed but he retained a serious face. "Werewolves my foot." she added.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

I went to my room and dumped myself on my bed. There was this soft breeze tickling my skin when I opened my eyes. My animal was looking down at me. She looked quite enthusiastic as she stared… and so was the lady next to her. She was here. The person we were trying to get to all this time. She was standing right next to my wolf. “Who are you.” I asked her. She looked so familiar. Like I have seen her somewhere. Her features, her dark hair, the curls… “Hermione. You are finally awake.” She smiled and I felt my insides twist. That was creepy. This was what I was excited to see?

That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched. Then—another goddess appears beside us. It’s hard to look at her, not because she’s frightening, but because she changes. One moment a young woman in blue. Then a pregnant mother in red. Then an old woman cloaked in black. Hecate. “We’ll handle Alecto,” Hecate says, gesturing to the insectile one. “You all take Megaera.” She nods toward the others sprinting across the bridge—Meredith, Gael, Hakeem. Nora, Edward, Jareth climbing the stairs. Citra, Michael, Jaiden exiting the tunnel. And behind them—Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus.

Already half hard. "Hmm... Sebestian. Isn't this too soon? I'm not in heat yet." Adom pulled back and pushed Sebestian away a bit. Sebestian only smirked. "I can help you with that. You know, my pheromones can put you in heat right away." Sebestian whispered as he bit Adom's ear.

I asked him. "How about you take the other side while i take the other side .there should be an entrance somewhere" he suggested. I turned and walked towards the left hand side of the building. while walking down i noticed a symbolon a particular side of the wall. The symbol was like a sceptre but it was a bit strange cos it had something like a pair of wings just below the round head of the sceptre. what was more strange was that there were two snakes coiled around the sceptre,they intertwined only to separate at the head of the sceptre above the wings. The symbol looked so real as if it was going to materialise in front of me. I turned around to call out to Austin but i heard a hissing sou