Not Me Not Hermione You Mga Nobela at Kwento

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

she explained. "But that’s not the real issue, Louis," she whispered, almost breaking. "I love him so much, but now he’s Lord Mitch, Edward’s cousin." Louis began to pace. The whole thing was tangled. "Why do you always end up with these powerful elites, these politicians?" he asked, frustrated. "I don’t know," her eyes filled with tears. "I thought he was just a normal alpha werewolf." "Which alpha is ever normal?" Louis snapped. "I’ve never seen one."

Yes, who else if not the most favorite student council president, Juna. "Ah, why do I even think about him?" Juna asked himself. Juna was silent and returned again, the image of Aiys came back to him. "I can't do this," the teenager stomped. Juna immediately looked for her and Alan's friend's contact. Without hesitation, Juna immediately called the two friends. [Hey, do you have contact Alisya?] Asked Juna when the phone call was connected. Gibral and Alan immediately fell silent, not as usual Juna called and immediately asked about women.

"Anyways am hermione. The alpha's younger sister" "And I've got numerous questions for you!" She states. My eyes pops.

"In bed, what's the big deal?" My sister laughed out loud. "You're so not severe! Why would you do that?" I shrugged. "I don't know." "Anyways, mother doesn't like her." I sat on the bed because I felt tired. "I don't need anyone else to like her. My likeness for her is adequate." "Well, I would not know how I feel until I meet her," Hermione said, sitting next to me. "You hear that, Jonathan? I want to meet with Brielle as soon as possible."

Typical Kiara. “Nah, I’m not interested,” I lied. “Sure,” she said and shot me a look. “What was that?” I asked turning to her. “What was what?” She asked innocently. “I know you Carla and I also know when you like someone and you clearly like this Aeden dude,” she said and looked at me. Wait, am I such an open book? “Yes you are,” she smiled. I looked at her. Did I think out loud?

His anger boomed sending a shiver down to my spine once again. "She didn't do anything wrong then why are you treating her like this? And remember one more thing she is not your slave. She is a student like you. If you are going to treat her like this, you will learn your position." Harry warned like he is my mentor but I know him very well that he is not less than the heartless fellow. They both held eye stares like they are conducting the game and very adamant to defeat the opponent. If I was not trapped between these two monsters, I would have bought some popcorn and watch them fighting over.

"You're blushing. Were you thinking of something dirty?" Her mouth fell open. She sputtered in panic. "Of course not. I—" "Relax. It's perfectly fine if you're thinking about sleeping with me." "What? Ew. No." He cocked an unamused brow at her reaction. His teasing had backfired. "I beg your pardon?" Hermione shook her head quickly. "I'm not trying to say that sleeping with you is disgusting. I'm just saying I would never have such thoughts."

“What are you doing? Can we talk about this calmly? She never said she wouldn’t help!” Then, she moved to sit beside me and whisper reassuringly, “Harper, I’m not trying to force you into giving us your money, but we really don’t have any other choice. Since we can’t rely on your brother anymore, you’re the only support your father and I have.”

She hissed. “Hermione...” Agate called from behind them. “Hermione, is it really you?” The image of Dorin’s mother stiffened then slowly turned around. “Agate.” Hermione recognized her cousin. “Hermione, where are you? How have you been, all these years?” asked Agate, “I have been waiting for you for so long! How come you never visited me again?” “This is not the time nor the place for explanations,” Hermione answered sharply. “Right now I just want my treacherous son to come back.”