Not Me Not Hermione You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Back then, I liked it. But that guy? He was long gone. And me? I wasn't the girl who built her world around him anymore. My phone buzzed on the pillow. It was from Kallie. [Michael, this is the happiest birthday I've had in years. Thank you. I'm really happy. Oh, and I prepared a surprise for you on my social media. Go take a look.] Before I could even blink, the message disappeared. Kallie: [Oops, sorry Elsa. Sent that to the wrong person. Please don't be mad, okay?]

Before I could react, I looked up and saw Jacob walking towards me with a girl. The person who had only existed in photographs suddenly appeared before me in the flesh. Lily looked even more delicate and lively than in her pictures, her pure white dress adding a touch of gentleness. She was exactly like the unattainable love I had imagined in my mind. I thought I had forgotten the pain of heartbreak, but at that moment, pain and resentment sprouted like vines. Kai, noticing something was off, turned his head and asked me, "Chloe, what's wrong?"

She just shrugged. “The person you’re angry with is not me. It is me, kinda, but not in the way you think.” I saw their gazes shift from murderous to confused and suspicious. “My name is London Albright.” I said. Sana’s eyebrow shot up. Charlie just looked even more puzzled, and so I clarified. “Cathleen’s twin.” Their eyes went comically wide.

Griff said tiredly. "No it's not. It is perfectly rated. Because it is a perfectly good series of movies." I argued with him. "Whatever bro." Tyler told me and I noticed Storm silently looking at me then he looked at Cole before frowning briefly. "I would choose the hunger games over Harry Potter any day." Storm said in a certain tone. "Now we're talking. See that's gas." Griff told me and I rolled my eyes at him. "I agree that it's gas but it's not gassier than Harry fucking Potter." I told him and he ruffled my hair up.

Or where to turn. Aiden sends me a picture of himself, shirtless. He's flexing his muscles. His lips are puckered. His curly blond hair has my stomach in knots. He deserves a real female. He's the bachelor lion that anyone could have. And for some reason, he chose me. And now we are fake. I always thought I would avoid fake. But here it is, knocking on my door. Fake is for Brittany. Brittany wears make-up, which I call fake-up. She's an actress, but this year, I'm an actress. The school is my stage.

Why had an act so small in the scheme of things seemed so intrusively intimate? “I suppose you need details of our moles and other distinguishing features in case she asks.” “Right now, I can see enough,” he said, causing her cheeks to burn. “Such a pity you didn’t moan, unlike the pretty miller’s daughter.” Hermione stared at her feet, still puce with embarrassment. Was that because of her bared breasts? “You’re mocking me,” she murmured. “Not at all,” he declared, putting a finger under her chin and raising it. “The face isn’t bad, either.”

Who was I not to give her more? ~Fin~

Luckily, we are at a party. Unnoticed, they vanished out from our side. Oh shit! I couldn't feel any tears in my eyes as if there were no more water to cry out. "Don't tell me you are going to cry from that, Dreanna? You don't even know them." "Huh?" Now, what is this guy spattering? Is he having a crack on his head? Why I couldn't read him. He changed from a total sweetheart to a deadass insensitive man. "I told you, I am Erina!" I argued.

Lance just gave her a nod and proceeded to the couch. “I brought your orders, Noona.” The podgy one said, raising slightly the paper bag full of gadgets inside. “These are hard to find! Noemu himdeul-eo!” he whined adorably, Claire patted his head and said, “Thank you and I’m sorry for giving you a hard time, Hoon-ah.” “Hey,” called Max, nudging Claire to get her attention. “Are these the boys you’ve mentioned?” he asked smiling, Lance looked up to him finally noticing his presence and stood up nervously. A hint of fear passed by Hoon’s eyes as well.

“I can smell him on you and your dog.” “Wolf.” I corrected again and she rolled her eyes. She and Mabel act very much the same. She turned around to look at the area around her. She was taking everything in. “You know Hermione. This is not just a field. It’s overflowing with power. You don’t know this because you’re too busy bothered about that uncle of yours and sleeping with Bernardo-” “Whoa! Stay out of my damn business!”