Ron Weasley Hot Novels & Stories

"It's... a biological response. The heat is what happens to she-wolves and to their mates if the bond isn't yet complete. It's nature's way of ensuring... reproduction." Her brows shot up. "You're joking." "I wish I were." "I'm human, Orion!" she shot out incredulously. He nodded once, his jaw tight. "I know." The words hung there, heavy and inexplicable. Rey stared at him as if he'd just told her the moon had fallen into the sea. But the memory of the night before rushed back: the burning under her skin, the way her body had come alive when he touched her, and the desperate ache that had pulsed deep inside her.

According to Forbes and Bloomberg Billionaires Index, Weasley’s net worth is estimated at US $27 billion as of December 2021, making her the richest woman in the world. After that, he read about her early life, education, career, awards, honors, and, at last, Personal life. There wasn’t any detail of her personal life except for the part, ‘Weasley keeps her personal life away from the outside world. But she gives the credit for all success to her family.’ *

his eyebrows wiggled, pulling the girl by the waist. “How are you, Willa?” Zaos walked to her, kissing her hand. Her blush crossed her face. “Well, thank you.” “Ahh, what do we have here?” The guy named Orion came sauntering beside Creed and I. I gripped ahold of Creed’s torso, not sure if this guy would like my mate or not. “The infamous Black Dragon staking a claim on a helpless human girl.” Orion circled us, Creed never moving. My eyes could not leave the feminine look this man had. His skin was too perfect, too mystical and utterly clean. “Your aura is certainly,… interesting.”

I ask. “Sure do. Romona here decided to start slinging insults at the Omegas, as usual, only this time she found herself up against an Omega who can sling them right back, and quite well I might add,” he says proudly. Why do I get the feeling I know exactly which Omega they’re talking about? “Did you catch her name?” I ask. “Sorrell, she’s Edward’s girl,” he says with a goofy smile on his face. So Romona tried to verbally attack Sorrell and Sorrell didn’t take it lying down. I would have paid to see that.

after she finished killing them all. It was because of those words filled with deadly determination that Ronan had decided to take her. "Keep going," Ronan commanded flatly, swallowing the memory back into his chest. "The second daughter of House Winterwood is rarely seen, sir. And oddly enough, when she is occasionally seen in public, it's always in the company of this man." Albus pointed to the photo of Victor Olfrick on the screen. Ronan clicked his tongue. A bitter taste like bile spread across the back of his tongue.

Every path I’ve walked and the ones yet to come will lead to this omega. Nothing else matters except making him mine in every way. I struggle to contain my raging beast, who demands I tear jim away from these prying eyes and protect him from the evil these men can do. As I look at him, I can see that he is also caught in this spell. His icy blue eyes are hazed with lust, and a heated blush taints his pale skin. I’m entranced as Ronan’s plump lips part, his breaths coming far too quickly as a look of pure ecstasy slides across his face. His eyes flutter closed, and he sways backwards. For a heart-stopping moment, I think he might faint.

Sighing, I alert Ona to the need to speak with the Elf King and she gives me a knowing half smile. "It's not what you're thinking," I hiss. "I don't know," Ona wiggles her eyebrows. "I think it's an excellent plan. Make my brother jealous and he'll burn down everything to be by your side. Brilliant, Little Sister. I approve." "So Orion," I look over my shoulder, trying to switch the topic of conversation. "Tell us about your drakaina, this Kora." His eyes grow starry and as he sucks in his breath and begins extolling her virtues. He has only known her for one night, but when he speaks about her, his voice carries that faraway sound of a young drake in love.

“Oriel, I’m back. I couldn’t make it on time since Kitra and Loren locked me up in a stall in the washroom. Those girls sure do love to relish in my torment...sigh.” The pup crosses from the door, trudging further in with a resilient blush on her soft cheeks. From her dainty movement and blinking eyes, down to her palpitating heartbeat and fumbling fingers, I can tell she’s still nervous about replying to her lover’s feelings for her. The Weasel darts out from beneath the bed, swiftly climbing her body and placing itself like a scarf around her neck while she laughs with mirth. I feel my gaze level coolly as a sheet of tranquility blankets my chaotic mind.

I noticed the first hint of alarm and I smiled uncontrollably in response. “Why would you ask me that when you already know.” Her voice was a lot more sharp than it been earlier. She glanced nervously in either direction realizing that the tree was blocking her retreat, I noticed a hint of salt in the air, she was perspiring, she was anxious. I grinned wickedly and sprung forward, capturing her within my grasp. “Such a brave little witch and so pretty...” I growled, holding her body tightly to mine. Ronan nodded at my advancement, for some reason he had taken a fancy to this girl, and the only other woman he was accepting of was our mates.

"And then she appeared from this blinding light. She wore a crown made of burning stars, Ronan. I'm not making this up. I couldn't fabricate something like this if I tried." Ronan swallowed hard, his throat clicking as his grip on my fingers tightened almost to the point of pain. The protective instinct rolling off him through our bond made my chest ache with a bittersweet intensity. His wolf was clearly close to the surface, responding to the mention of our deity. "And she told you..." He paused, seeming to gather his courage. "She told you your mom is alive?"