Hermione Tortured Novels & Stories

I can't believe him! "You're disobeying me again, huh? Can't you see the consequences it caused you for not doing as I say and being hardheaded? Look at your mother, Hermione, and tell me that it isn't your fault! This happened because you disobeyed me so now stand up and do everything I'll say!" This time, his voice was louder and her words struck me right through my heart as if burning me alive just like what I did to our enemies. I slowly stood up, trying to wipe off the tears that seems to have no end, and faced him.

she was saying. "Enough Peach for heaven's sake.That's enough,"Jim retorted.The tears ran down her face.It was taking up all the energy in her body not to cry."I can give you half of my inheritance,"he said.Hermione slapped him.Then she started hitting him.There were no words she could utter.And she finally crushed and fell crying.Her lawyer helped her up and they drove her home.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

he bellowed, a twisted smirk adorning his face. Aurora's eyebrows shot up in fear as she locked her gaze with Jericho's piercing eyes. The realization of the impending torture sent shivers down her spine, knowing the deep hatred the two brothers held towards her. Despite her training to remain unyielding, Jericho had managed to break through her defenses. She could only imagine the excruciating pain that awaited her at the hands of the king, now that she had learned her death had been postponed.

"If she was going to die she would have already. Get her into bed and I'll wet a towel." Shinee disappears into my bathroom. "This was himwasn't it?" I say, wrapping my arm around Hermione's waist, pulling her standing. Her skin is ice cold, as shivers accordingly. We both struggle to get her to sit on the edge of the bed. "He knows what's going on." Hermione looks up at me, her bottom lip quivering, and not because she's cold. "He doesn't. He's punishing me for going into the prisons."

“That’s right! I don’t know what kind of torture the sect master has been using on her either. It’s terrifying to just hear about it.” “I’m suddenly a little sympathetic for her. It’d be a liberation if she were to die sooner!” A female prisoner? Torture? Upon hearing these terms, Alex’s eyelids vibrated vigorously. They were not talking about his senior, right? He immediately signaled Hermione with his eyes. Hermione understood his intention and walked over. “Hey, Junior Yggdrasill, you’re back from training. That’s great!” A man saw Hermione and immediately came forward to greet her. All the sect members knew that Hermione had boundless prospects after apprenticing as a goddess.

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

“Gods. What did she do to you?” The wise alchemist’s eyes were a pale, milky white, her throat torn open, her body badly burned, with patches of fur gone and the angry red flesh pitted with deeply charred stripes. A length of sword-stock metal protruded from the dying fire, suggesting the means for that torture. And torture it had been. The witchhy bitch, Morgana, had hurt her, burned her, no doubt mind-raped her…and most likely all while he and Pearl were hiding together in the small cave, waiting for the Red to move on from the standing stones.

“Anything specific?” Hermione bit her lips. She wanted to ask him a lot of things — things from nine years ago. She wanted to know why he used her, why he turned her into a joke among his friends, why they had sex, and why he laughed at her. Most of all, she wanted to know if he really sent that video that ruined her life, and if he did, why? Why hurt her so badly?