Prince Of Slytherin の小説・ストーリー

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

‘This guy never change his ways since we were young. Chatting along the way, mostly Veron talking, Damien huffing along looking murderous whenever Veron spouted lies from his mouth, Algar lazily sleepwalking and Vincent quietly listening to them finally reached their classroom. Entering their classroom, they saw their classmates crowding on one figure. A pale boy with golden blond hair and blue-green eyes with a handsome face but he has this fragile air surrounding him. “Oh, my~ isn’t that his highness the third prince?”

He is Prince Declan. . .

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Never to just one opponent. Yet here we were, witnessing the impossible. Sir Sirius Black had beaten Prince Thrystan in a joust. The disbelief rippled through the crowd as the Prince flung his helmet to the ground, his frustration palpable. Gasps erupted from the audience, and I watched his curly hair, more disheveled than ever, fall around his face as he ran his hands through it in agitation. His dark brown locks tumbled wildly, mirroring the storm brewing within him.

She said with her teeth and fist clenched and her roommates were forced to see who she was pointing and referring to only for both of them to gasp at the same time when they found out the person she was talking about “Prince Jaqen?” they both exclaimed at the same time “Prince? Why would he be a Prince? He seems to be a general who is friends with Prince Falkor, why will someone like him be the Prince?” she remarked dismissing their talks but Ore hit her shoulder which made her wince in pain

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

he stops and thinks "An evil smile to be precise" I scrunched my face in disappointment and he stared at me innocently. "I never asked you to describe Prince Arnold. You just perfectly described his physical features" I disagreed with his answer. "Ok, ok. Prince Cone is famously known for his smile. Apparently, he is a snake in sheep's clothing. His guard is a female among all the Princes. And of course, he has a battle scar by the side of his face" He replied sincerely and huffed "I just hope you aren't getting me in trouble"

Draco, it turned out, was such a person. She quietly approached him and said, "I like this trophy." Draco looked at her, smiling gently, yet seemingly not hearing her. Camouflaging as Eighth Prince had dampened her spirits slightly, but she couldn't help but keep her gaze fixed on Draco. Lyly sneered, "Hmph, birds of a feather flock together. Associating too much with that little rascal, his mind becomes as different from normal people as his." Felicia lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

“Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.” Okay. This tour of the palace wasn’t going the way I wanted it to. I shook my head. I could understand the crush, but calling me a bitch... ugh! I hated that. “Thalia Red, the prince is MY PRINCE. Only ever mine, child. You know, he is my mate, right?” “Fuck the mate bond.” “I thought so too, but it is too hard,” I winked. “I know you have a crush, and I don’t blame you. He is so crushable.”