Novel & Cerita Scabior/hermione

As the Don of Italy's most powerful mafia family, my father adopted two orphaned brothers to serve as bodyguards for my sister and me. The older one—tall, broad-shouldered, and watchful—fell for my sister the moment he saw her. That left me with his "autistic" younger brother. I didn't have the heart to send Edward back to the orphanage, where he'd surely be bullied, so I kept him. He never spoke, so I took him to the best psychiatrists money could buy. I spent two hours every day telling him jokes, even though he never once cracked a smile. He couldn't protect me, so I taught myself martial arts—and begged my father not to cast him out. I thought he was just deeply traumatized. That with en

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

She looked ordinary with a childish face laughing eating an icecream. "Are you sure?", Damon reconfirmed. He couldn't believe that a kid like her could actually bring the nerve out of a human skull. "yes sir", david said. At the same moment, Eva's friend turned and Damon saw her. She was beautiful with silk hairs and perfect clothing. She had some perfect curves and her bouncing skirt was quite exposing. Her hairs were open and she had bright red lipstick. Damon smiled and called off the mission saying, "I don't really fight woman, especially nerds like her is not my type. However, that girl beside her... I want her on my bed tonight", Damon demanded and David nodded yes.

A servant asked as she noticed the long scar that draws a line from her palm to her wrist. Morrigan retracted her hands in an instant, staring at the scar. Unconsciously she traced the long scar on her hand with a thought in mind. Reminiscing the first day she stepped into the kingdom. "Some accident I encountered. It didn't heal well because I didn't have enough herbs to cure it, thus it ended up with a long scar." The servant bowed her head low. "Do you need us to put an ointment? Such a long scar is really visible. The scar seemed to be from a deep wound before." Morrigan shook her head. "No need, this reminds me of important things in the life of a royal... Humility." The servants around

I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes. “In any other circumstance, I’d approve of what Brandon Price did. Kujo would’ve literally eaten him alive in five years tops, so he really needed to get rid of it. And I’m not sure he knew how the ritual worked when he accepted to perform it. Surely the witch involved only told him it would sever the attachment.” “Were you able to find out anything about it?”

Stallion replied. "Okay, and what about my uncle, Gabin?" Cobra asked. "We'll work on it. One step at a time. Right now, I need your help." Stallion replied. "What do you want from me?" Cobra asked. "Alas, I need you to get rid of someone. Her name is Queen Scorpion. I want you to eliminate her tonight. I'll send her picture and all the information you need shortly." "Just one girl? Piece of cake." Cobra said.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”

"A Herbalian magic is done by mixing a trabur and a male werewolf blood, in order to get the scent of werewolf." Sharriah said, as she read through the scroll. Aiden looked surprised when he heard her reading the scroll, slowly collecting the scroll from her, he dropped it on the table. The scroll was hidden from him, but not from his slave or was these some kind of magic, the power she possessed in her that must have made her read through hideous notes. "Let's eat, you do be hungry." Aiden said, now leading her to a table which had two chairs In it.

Nezeira, a little surprised and shocked at the same time replied, “You know me?” The lady, “Our Alpha instructed that if one day a stranger arrives at Ember-Hollow and proves to be more powerful than any then it will be the Princess of Vladmore.” Nezeira, still holding Requiem, unsheathed narrowed her eyes, and spoke, “You have an Alpha? But you are not a vaewolf or a lycan. You are a sorceress.” The lady, “Princess is truly uniquely gifted. I am a humage. My name is Kiobe.”