Novel & Cerita Pansy X Hermione

Behind her, she could feel the weight of a hundred stares, all waiting for Rhys Huxley to humiliate the woman who’d dared to claim him. She stopped before him. He didn’t move. He just looked at her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Slowly, Hermione reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and crashed her lips against his. The crowd gasped. Dean let out a low whistle. And somewhere behind her, Sarah Granger’s jaw hit the floor.

I have low pressure which increases and balances it. “Your seat is here, Miss.” The butler showed us our reserved seats. “Thanks.” I muttered while taking the seat opposite to Evelyn. “What do you want to order? Heavy or light?” Evelyn asked, glancing at the menu card. “Creamy macaroni with more cheese, please. I'll have the desert ordered later.” I said, still glimpsing at the menu. “I'll have the same. I would like rosé wine. What about you, Amy?” She looked at me.

Omni's POV "Marcus." Hermia purred, swinging her waist as she catwalked, stopping in front of me. She slipped her arms around me, locking our lips in a hot kiss. I grinned, holding her waist firm. Hermia was one of my favourite sluts and I was glad she knew what I wanted. "You…. I've missed you." She whined, taking a hold of my dick as she fondled my dick cap. I groaned, grabbing her hair.

I looked at the madness and desire for control in her eyes and felt only absurdity and pity. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead as I said, "Let's break up." "Break up?" She tilted her head, repeating my words. "William, what are you talking about? How could we possibly break up?" Suddenly, she picked up a sharp shard of broken glass from the floor. Ethan was seething with anger, wanting to rush forward. "Tiffany, he's just trying to scare you, trying to manipulate you!" "Don't come any closer!" Tiffany whipped around, pointing the glass shard at Ethan, the madness in her eyes making even him instinctively step back.

"Yes. You? Are you okay?" Klaus just smiled at me and nodded. "Finally! You have arrived. I am not aware that you two know each other." Hermione greeted us happily. She is wearing a gold-fitted dress that makes her stand out. Her masquerade party's color motif is black and white, yet she wears gold. "I forgot to tell you, sorry." Klaus said to Hermione. "Is she your girlfriend?" Klaus and I looked at each other and smiled at Hermione. "No, she is my friend, and since we are both attending your party, I ask her to be my date."

Deepening the kiss, he pressed her back against her desk, ‘Let me help you relax little Queen.’ His eyes swirled and turned blood red while hers went gold and then black as he sent her panther to sleep giving him total power over her, ‘Take off your dress and bend over your desk Pantera.’ ‘Yes Master.’ She whispered back sliding the dress down over her peachy ass and turning to bend over the large oak desk she gave a small whimper as he thrust into her. It did not surprise her when the door opened and closed, and Wilhelm was joined by Draco, both these gorgeous Leaders were demanding lovers taking her often. Now Draco pulled her from Wilehlm, deliberately sitting her on the desk, his beautif

“You’re darn hot. You’re sexy. You’re rich as fuck!” I roll my eyes in frustration. She’s listing all the wrong things. Hermione could get any rich guy she wants with all that beauty and brains. Her eyes alone could cook and bewitch any man. Just like they did to me. My gaze shifts back to Hermione as she keeps talking through the presentation slides. Diana’s voice fades into the background. She looks… happy. Like this is her favorite thing. And that smile on her face always steals my soul away. You’ve fucking stolen my soul, Hermione. And no other woman, no other fucking woman, will ever have it except you.

she stammered. "It's no need to try to lie or deny it, he already told us himself." I watched as all the color drained from her face and I wondered what all the fuss was about. Everyone was definitely bound to find their mate so why would anyone thinks we would try to stop such a union by the goddess herself. "He did?" Hermione's blue eyes were dilated and she looked very scared. "Here have a glass of milk, you look pale." I rose from my chair and poured out a glass of milk for her from the carton I retrieved from the freezer.

Effortlessly, she ripped it apart, while playing unmindful of the blood spewing from Jinx's mouth. He coughed out blood before gazing slowly at the bloody patch on his abdomen, then diverted his gaze to Marie. “What?” She giggled maliciously. “Aren't you aware that I'm the serial killer—a she-wolf to be precise” she hushed, taking a long lick of his kidney.

“Are you sure you want to use this transformation serum?” Edna grabbed Allure’s wrist, stopping her from drinking the contents of the vial. “I mean, Prince Regan has never met Lily. So, it’s impossible that he would recognise her. Even if he does, that Lycan Prince won’t mind the swap. After all, being married to the legitimate daughter of Alpha Rhysand is more profitable than marrying the daughter of a maid. Why go to such lengths just for the sake of a political marriage?”