Ron Weasley Sister Novels & Stories

I interjected, injecting a hint of humor into my response. Clearly, Emberlyn wasn't amused. Her reaction swiftly transitioned from one emotion to another. Her eyes widened in surprise, then her mouth opened and closed with anxiety, finally settling into a frustrated frown. "Orion," she began sharply, her hands gesturing towards me, "she's my sister I’ve told you about!" "But... you mentioned your sister had passed away," Orion's confusion seeped into his words.

She added and I just smiled. “Isn’t it for the best, at least he brought me to my babies,” I said as I stroked her hair happily. “Where’s your sister?” I asked and she just smiled. “She’s in Ravenclaw, with Grandpa Boyd and Phil,” she answered and my eyes grew wide. “So why are you here, all alone?” I asked, and then I looked at her clothes, she’s wearing the same uniform maids wore. “Were you captured?” I asked as I began to fret about what must have happened to her.

I immediately understood where my dear brother could be. Leaving both the pups under Mom’s care, I left to visit the werewolf king, Steve Weasley, in his pack, the White Claw Pack. I knew he didn’t get along with our family, but I had no choice but to talk to him so that he could help me meet Luna Aurora. I needed to talk to her to find out who helped her get revenge and shoot Massimo earlier. I used Luna Caroline’s help to get an appointment with him because Weasley and Gosling were like family. Luna Caroline was the goddaughter of the former werewolf King, Oliver Weasley.

What would have been day 24 of the Games KELLEN “The witch is called Morgan. She is Orion’s daughter, Finnegan’s sister. Supposedly she has been locked up since she was fifteen years old when her gifts became known.” Hunji began explaining what he knew. Mike and Tobias did not seem surprised, though I was sure they were privy to this information. Of course, I had been enslaved here so everything he was saying was new to me.

Sophia introduced them as Wren, who was the oldest, Gwen, the middle daughter, and Quinn, the youngest. She asked Quinn to go get Josie from her room, explaining that Quinn was the only one in the family that Josie didn't seem to have a grudge against. I imagined that it was because Quinn was around her age, and therefore still a minor when the witches had dethroned her. I also recognized her voice as the one that had whispered 'Gods help us all' the night I made the deal with them. We made small talk as we sat around the table waiting for Josie to come downstairs and dinner to finish cooking. The sisters were incredibly chatty which was a stark contrast to how they had been that first initi

Her lips gradually open. They suddenly air unexpected words. "I really am sorry hermione" "Am sorry I wasn't present amidst your every battle to protect caroline abd maintain the throne untill Ron's awakens from his unconcious state" she apologize. I freeze. I gaze akwardly but frozen at her. What the fuck?!. She knows?. She f**king knows my every beef with brother Rowan?. How the f**k is that possible. We all believe she grief over brother Ron alone and care less about us.

Her dark hair had silver threaded through it now from stress and deep thoughts, but the sharpness of her features hadn’t softened at all over the years. Rowena. Sigourney’s sister. The moment her eyes landed on me her expression twisted like she’d just tasted something rotten. “You fucking monster,” she said, every word sharp with contempt. “What are you doing here?” Magic was already building in her hands. I could see it gathering in faint flickers around her fingers, the early glow of someone who had every intention of turning a hallway into a battlefield. “Rowena,” I said, forcing the rage clawing up my throat back down where it belonged. “Where is my daughter?”

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

he announced as he looked her directly in her eyes. "Per-Persephone?" She couldn't even hide her shock. "Orion's sister?" Orion's sister had never been cruel like the others with their hurtful words and she had never engaged in gossip. In fact, she was never once introduced to his beautiful and civilized sister, who always seemed to be the epitome of high society vampire socialite without the pettiness.

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑