Not Me Not Hermione You Novels & Stories

I stare blankly at Hera, thinking carefully about what she'd said, unable to come up with any sort of imagery of who Hecate-apparently me-might be. Hera purses her lips in a clear sign of disappointment at my lack of recognition, clearly expecting a bigger reaction to her assertion. "Er...I'm sorry." I say finally, shaking my head. "Who?"

“It wasn’t supposed to… go this far.” “But it has gone this far!” I cried, the dam of my composure finally breaking. “And you’re still standing here, telling me it’s complicated. When I saw you at the market, you looked right through me, Earnest. Like I was a stranger. Like everything we had, everything we were, meant nothing. Was that her plan? To erase me completely from your life? And did you just… let her?”

I must get divorced now and wait for her to come back with a clean slate. When I heard about the messy relationship they had, I couldn't help querying snarkily, "Clean? That could never be used to describe him." Nathan found all kinds of people to pass messages to me. "Liv, you can hear this, right? I didn't do those things on purpose. "I had amnesia… Now I remember everything and I'm fully recovered. Why can't you come back? "It's all my fault, but I really did have amnesia. How else could I bear to hurt you?" If I hadn't heard their conversation with my own ears, I would have believed him.

As I made my way up the stairs, Delia's words echoed in my head. "We don't want you here as our future Luna. You know I'm the beta's daughter, and me and Hughy are destined to be together." I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. This girl was really something else.

"Don't underestimate me Auntie because I know you also come from a poor family! Now you only care about wealth but when it comes to brains you are nothing!" I touch my cheek because she suddenly slapped me. "You have guts now to fight huh!!" She shouted and grabbed my jaw. "You and I are different! Don't compare me to yourself, do you understand that!!" The only thing I could do was cry when she started pulling my hair.

yelled Nora as she stood up from the bed looking at her mum, "If you want to tell me, I will find out for myself," she concluded and walked out of the room. She just watched as she left the room, then she stood up and left to her room. * * * * There was a young lady of about 22 years old, of about 5'7 feet tall, her long brown hair dropping on her shoulders, with blue eyes a necromancer, she was standing by the window waiting for Mrs Langson to come in. It was undeniable who she was and how she knew they were there, there must be trouble, thought Mrs Langson.

I'm still the one who killed her in the eyes of my father and my mind. "All hail for the late Queen's daughter, Hermione Venice Lucerne who will soon be your Queen!" My father announced proudly as I walk towards the thrown that I'm not yet allowed to sit on until I finished training and until I prove that I deserve the title which I don't even want to hold. I don't think I deserve the title that my mom left... Everyone clap their hands and bow to me as if I'm already their queen but I don't feel like I deserve this much respect when I only deserve suffering.

Lucinda is still busy watering the flowers she really enjoys this more than anything Dray is still working out and checking her out every second he really can't resist staring at her every second.Lucinda is really trying so hard not to look at him cause she really feels like he is watching her .After a few minutes Mrs Ney comes out holding a chair and walks towards Dray and sits next to him with a bottle of water. Lucinda suddenly removes the earphones cause she knew somehow Mrs Ney was going to say something to her in a few minutes Mrs Ney asks her if she already met Dray ,and he suddenly stands up after doing some pushups and smiles at her yes mum we have met already she is a nice girl he

The moonlight barely touched the ground. I could see the edge. The line between Brimstone and my salvation “We’re almost there,” I said, breathless. Then I saw her. A figure stepped out from the shadows. Hermoine. Her arms were crossed. Her long hair was down, her eyes cold. I stopped walking. “You,” I said. “Well, well,” Hermoine said. “Look who’s running away.” Marisa laughed loudly. “Oh look, the great Hermoine. Thought she was going to be Luna. Thought she was going to marry Salvatore. Now she’s nothing.”

I suggested dryly with a scowl on my face like I did not have any other option. Everyone looked at me puzzled and I scoffed at Astor's comment. "Hermoine? I thought you never liked her?" " I never did, still don't and never will but we have few options and she is the reason we are in this deep mess." The truth was that Hermoine was actually a worthy pawn to turn queen at the end of this chess board to call it a win and I was not going to gamble it.