Hestia Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She swept back his charcoal colored black hair and kissed his forehead, causing him to lift his head up to gaze into her light brown orbs. "Toffee", Shiv rasped out, a smirk taking over his handsome features. "This is just the beginning", HADES glorious eyes were so dark that PERSEPHONE forgot to breathe. .... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

He led Hesper to put down the suitcases before turning to face her. He felt that Hesper was beautiful when he took a glance at her just now. He did not expect that she was even more stunning when he took a closer look at her. "Are you Zenovia's assistant?" Hesper shook her head. "I'm her designer, and I'm one of the guests on this reality show too. My name is Hestia." It was only then the coordinator knew who she was. When Zenovia contacted them, she told them that she would only join the reality show if they included one more person, and that person was Hestia.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

“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!”

“Do we have to run into her today?” We turned the corner and saw them. Petrusia and her clique. Her icy-white hair was tied back this time, the ends glowing faintly as if dusted with starlight. She leaned casually against a carved pillar like it was her throne, her arms folded. Her loyal trio—two girls and one lanky male, all clearly of werewolf nobility—stood around her, practically radiating disdain. “Well, if it isn’t the Border’s new celebrity mascots,” Petrusia said, eyes sliding over each of us with a curl of her lips.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” “My son just started last week, and he’s already made a lot of friends. I’m Hera, by the way. That’s my son, Blazt, and my daughter Hestia. She seems to be friends with your daughter already.” I looked at the group of little girls and immediately recognized Hestia. She looked just like her mother. “Oh yes, that’s my daughter, Daphne. And this little one here is Yiannis, he’s nine months old,” I said, smiling.

"The silver light suits you, but the peace suits you better." "I never thought I’d see this," Lyra admitted, looking at Isaac laughing with a group of younger wolves. "A pack that doesn't care about rank or power. Just people being people." As the sun began to set, Hestia walked toward the head table. She wasn't carrying her usual pot of tea. Instead, she held a small bundle wrapped in an old, faded piece of blue velvet. Her expression was solemn, but her eyes were kind.

daughter, the one born from the only marriage Robert Sterling had ever bothered to legalize, yet she felt like the biggest outsider in the room. "Where is Father?" Riley asked, scanning the crowd. "Making his rounds, pretending he cares about the peasants," Bella sneered, checking her diamond-encrusted watch. "Speaking of the devil, look who’s coming." Riley followed Bella’s gaze. Across the room, cutting through the sea of suits and gowns, was Kael Ashford.

But Lukas told me there is only one mate for everyone. "Hi, I don't think we've met before" I croaked, awkwardly waving at her. The Greek Goddess warmly smiled, her eyes shifting towards my stomach. Hestia is the virgin goddess of the hearth, the right ordering of domesticity, the family, the home, and the state. So it was natural she would find out about my pregnancy. But she didn't make a move to touch my stomach or anything which I felt relieved at. "Congratulations Queen" "Oh, thank you."