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?"

He avoided my gaze, busying himself with straightening a stack of books on the small table between us. Chloe, however, met my eyes, her expression a mixture of concern and unspoken understanding. "She… she was quite a force, wasn't she?" Chloe’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if she were afraid of disturbing some unseen entity. "A force is one way to put it," I said, a wry smile playing on my lips. "More like a category five hurricane in human form." Earnest chuckled, a sound that was meant to be reassuring but felt a little strained to my ears. "She certainly made an impression," he conceded, his gaze flicking towards Liam and Chloe. "You two know 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.

“Well, thank you, elders. I think we should leave.” “We haven’t done the test yet. But I am now almost a hundred percent sure you are our Queen. We must train you…” Queen?! The hell! “I am not the queen. I am not a princess. We shouldn’t give titles to individuals just because these powers suddenly started to exist. Royalty is a massive responsibility and I surely am not royalty.” I walked towards the door, expecting Vince to follow me. When I didn’t hear his footsteps I looked over my shoulder. “Vince?” I called.

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.

Hopefully, they'll see her, I tell myself. A few hours later, there's a knock on my door and Dean comes in. "Were you able to find her?" I ask him. "No Your Majesty," he answers with his head bent. I stare at him. I didn't want to believe I let her slip through my fingers. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and took a big sip. You fucked up big time my wolf tells me looking sad. I didn't even ask for her name. That would have made the whole search easier.

"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.

Nora asked, "You are my daughter dear, you are strong and they are just dreams, you need to stop thinking about it, it's just a dream," replied her mum, "No! Mum, it's not just a dream, and I'm not mad either, I know what I am saying, she called me little elf and the knight I do see around, it's not just dejavu it's real ma, I am different and I think you do know about it but won't tell me," yelled Nora as she stood up from the bed looking at her mum,

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.”