Ron Weasley Hot Novels & Stories

Hot Sexy is coming to get you? Aurelia laughed, shaking her head. 'When did you start calling him that? And no, I don't think he's hot. Stop teasing.' But even as the words left her mouth, doubt crept in. She'd seen the photo her mom sent, a quick snap of Ronan Darkmoor standing beside Selene at some fancy dinner. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to pierce right through the screen. He looked like he could command a room without saying a word, his presence radiating power. A sexy living god, as Mira would put it. But admitting that? Not a chance. Not even to her closest friend.

Aaron muttered under his breath being careful not to meet my gaze, "That's one word for it." I shot him a glare wanting so badly to go over to him and smother his face in a pillow. The woman's eyes flicked between us, something calculating passing through her expression. Then she smiled faintly. "Well, let's see what he can do. There has to be a reason you're keeping yet another stray around. Is he strong like Ronan? He certainly doesn't look it...." Aaron's mother turned her nose up and scented the air. "He certainly doesn't smell it either. He's an omega."

Lena flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned away, swaying her hips as she walked toward the main building. The triplets stood there for a moment, completely still, watching her. Kieran let out a slow breath. “She’s... something.” Soren nodded, his grin still hanging on his lips. Ronan stayed silent, heat crawling down his neck, a low growl deep in his chest. She’s a demon, he told himself. A goddess. A curse. A temptation. His wolf whispered in his mind, Mate. He hated it. Kieran shifted uncomfortably. He could smell Ronan’s arousal even if he didn’t want to admit it. Not only Ronan, the three of them were hard, they looked down to see their hard cock.

“According to the Oracle, this isn’t a normal heat. Feeling on edge, lately?” “Shut up, stop talking.” Ronin raked a hand through his hair, willing his wolf to remain calm. His skin felt hot and he wanted to crawl out of it. Pulling away the neck of his sweatshirt, he growled. “What the fuck is happening to me?” “You kept yourself distracted with Yiannis for as long as you could, but the cub will not be enough. You’re in a rut, and only your mate in heat will suffice.” - - - - - - - - - - – - – - - - - - - - - - - - - - - – - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - –

If they find out I have her here with me it would mean war. “She is an omega, the fire Luna said to the oracle. Those were the last words of the oracle” he continued. My council eyes were on me now. “Surely there are many women with red hair, who specifically are they after?” I asked. "The name wasn't given. the only detail was her being red haired. I fear we may be hunting for a ghost" Kalis said. "What about the daughter of Voldine , Ara Voldine, she is a red haired and can be known as the fire Luna" Vaxar suddenly spoke startlling me.

Raisel - POV Soren stood before me, devastatingly handsome in a black tux. His wavy black hair was slicked back neatly, and his sharp jaw—accentuated by a bit of stubble—made him look even more alluring. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes tracing every detail of his face. His gaze roamed over me with an intensity that sent heat coursing through my veins. "Such a love spell," Hazel whispered to Fiora and Gwen, awe coloring her tone. Her words pulled me out of the trance—or whatever spell Soren had me under. I turned to my friends, desperately trying to hide my blush, but their teasing grins only made it worse.

"Thank you Luna Nordika," Gwen explored the pack library, going through bookshelf after bookshelf, searching for the one that held the information that she needed as she flicked and flipped the pages, scanning the words with her striking eyes till her eyes landed on a specific line and her head snapped up to Onyx who was at the bookshelf in front of her. "Onyx, is it true some werewolves control the elements?" Came the curious question and the Omega nodded from the other side. "Yes, some," She answered and Gwen was before her in an instant.

" she stuttered, staggering backward as she grasped the edge of a chair and slumped into it. "Yes, it has been wiped out. It's a pity... hopefully, a woman is secretly bearing their kids," Orion wished as he walked up to the window. His eyes fixed on something as he made no move. "Is that the Tribrid?" he asked as Ophelia rushed up to him. Standing beside him, she clenched her fist tightly. Yes, she is. She looks so feeble, how could she?" Ophelia asked no one in particular. Slipping her hands into her hair as she sighed, she said, "How ignorant it was for us to think she wasn't dangerous... to think that she is even stronger than Lucius, Rowena, and Malfoy."

BLAKE POV My emotions are a jumbled mess, a seething anger bubbling beneath the surface. Despite this, I head to the exclusive club of wealthy werewolves again, accompanied by my closest friends - Jake, Calvin, and Nathan - and my girlfriend, Hermione. My body is aching, and my head is pounding, making it difficult to focus on anything else. At this moment, Hermione departed from our table with a purposeful stride, her determined gaze fixed on the restroom door.

Some trending topics were: ~ CEO Morgan Wright is not gay? ~ public display of affection between CEO Morgan Wright and his girlfriend. ~ Wedding bells shouldn't be far off. Love is in the air. Heartless CEO Morgan Wright is in love. ~ Is the girlfriend of CEO Morgan Wright a heiress or Cinderella?