Scabior/hermione Novels & Stories

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?”

Marcus had it all, clean, in a book, under his daughter's forged name. "There," Zariah said quietly, reading over my shoulder, her breath at my jaw. She'd gone into the flat professional register, but I could hear the strain under it. "That's a RICO predicate. And that. And, God, that's a pattern, that's not one enterprise, that's a whole-" She stopped. "Keep going."

Lexie finally raised her voice seeing Abby becoming frantic with each passing second and it became necessary to bring her back to her senses. But Abby wasn’t listening. Her eyes were wild, her breathing ragged as she began to scream, not caring about anything. “No! You stole him from me! You’re a witch, Lexie! I know your truth, you know how to twist people's minds! You have hypnotized him!!”

At that moment, Tristan's friend, Jordan Fletcher, hesitated before saying, "Tristan, I heard Esther's with the heir of the Russell family in Straburgh." Straburgh… The Russell family… What was that guy's name again? Tristan slowly raised his head. "Are you talking about Leon Russell?" Jordan nodded eagerly. "Yeah, him. I heard Leon's never been into women before. His father was so worried, thinking he had other preferences. But now, Leon's gone completely head over heels in love. "My friend works at Russell Group, and he showed me a photo. It really is Esther." Jordan thought Tristan wouldn't believe him, so he pulled out his phone to show the picture.

She looked up as they entered, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. "You brought the sacrifice," Seraphina said. "I brought a funeral," Kaelor replied. He raised the Lunar Dagger. The purple light from the blade filled the room, making the hybrids hiss and recoil. At the top of the throne, Queen Hecate sat. She wasn't a monster. She was beautiful. A woman with hair like spun silver and skin like moonlight. She looked down at them with a bored, indulgent expression. "Kaelor. My favorite disappointment." Hecate stood up. She wasn't walking; she was gliding. "And the little songbird. I see you've had your hatchling."

I smiled and bowed my head a bit in respect, and she did the same for us. Queen Winnie then pointed to the last lady. She had shoulder-length light brown hair and sapphire blue eyes, “This is Sable. She is Alastair’s sister and a member of my coven. She is also a hybrid. Wanna take a guess at what other species she is?” I tapped my lower lip like I was thinking, “Umm, is she a witch/siren hybrid?”

Even if I don't do anything to them, they will still be annoyed with me or maybe even angry, so I will do it completely! Dana: Online but don't even know how to reply? Are you feeling famous Nicole? Ann: They say flirty people take a long time to die? Now I know that's true, long live sis! Erika: Hey Nicole! Teach me how to be flirty! They're really grouping their self to make me upset? Or to make me down? They are a squad. GJD squad for short for gossip, judgmental and disgusting. I clicked on Dana's message to reply.

’ Lorelei asked looking disturbed. ‘Young girl got to look good.’ She winked making her look funny. Lorelei scoffed ‘Can't you just head to the spa or something? That looks really ugly.’ ‘Beauty is pain my love.’ Claire said as she checked herself in a hand mirror. ‘Nah, this sort of your beauty is ugly.’ ‘Nah. You are just jealous.’ While bickering at each other, Hermione came on looking like a raccoon. She definitely just got out of the bed and didn't think it through enough to save her friends eyes from the disaster she looked like.