Scabior/hermione Novels & Stories

Perfect pointed nose and cute pink lips. She's curvy, not busty. She's got ass alone but lack b**bs. We're similar heightened. She looks rich. Perfectly beautified with numerous gold, diamond and silver ornaments. She smell wealth. Am guessing she's royalty. "Sorry about Julie's unfriendliness" she lean on the prisoners bed. I nod dumbfounded. So the scary female goes by Julie. Such pretty name for a scary appearance. "Anyways am hermione. The alpha's younger sister".

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

He pointed a hard finger at me. I scoffed. “You’d sue the granddaughter of Juliana Del Monte? You’d sue the wife of Easton Grant? I think you’ve mistaken me for a nobody Mr Alex Ross. I am Imelda Del Monte Grant and I am not to be played with!” I stood toe to toe with him, not backing down from the hard staring contest. “You’ll be hearing from me.” He snarled and shot Gabriel a cold stare before walking away angrily. “Wow.” I heard Gabriel say and I turned to him.

As a shield. "And who is going to stop me?" Cordelia smirked, loud and proud. It could not be more visible. "You? Eric here? Or this little sorceress of yours?" "No!" Her voice had never been so loud and confident before. "I am!" Cordelia looked over Cornelia's shoulder at Nherisa, who had not made her face visible from behind Cornelia. Her eyes were impossible to miss. Noe glowing the most opaque shade of green. "You heard her." Nherisa said, pushing Cornelia aside. "The child will not be harmed." Her tone was quiet yet thunderous.

{HERMIONE} Just a step forward and I hear a weird uproar from the crowd. It doesn’t sound like a happy cheer. It sounds like they just saw something terrifying, but everybody is weirdly staring right at me and I don’t understand. My stomach starts burning hot. What exactly is wrong? “Hermione!” Zara’s tiny hiss comes from beside me and I turn to look at her. But before my gaze can land on Zara, it lands on someone else.

She swept back his charcoal colored black hair and kissed his forehead, causing him to lift his head up to gaze into her light brown orbs. "Toffee", Shiv rasped out, a smirk taking over his handsome features. "This is just the beginning", HADES glorious eyes were so dark that PERSEPHONE forgot to breathe. .... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

CHAPTER 149 SEBASTIAN’S POV “What?....what is it?” I asked in desperate curiosity, eager to know the contents of the letter that left him in such a devastated state. “It’s from Hermes’s sister, Hera,” he uttered, rebuffed as he momentarily looked at the me and letter. “What did she say?” My curiosity peaked as I took a step closer to him. He looked into the letter. “She says that Hermes kidnapped a pregnant slave named Brianna Campbell and…”

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

He turned her around to see her eyes had widened like saucers. Saffron was so scared that her mind froze for a long time. It’s already a great deal that she has become a pawn to two brothers. Now, the third?! Goodness, what did she do wrong?! “I’m sorry, Third master Sabastian. I can’t be your girl–“ “Lean forward and kiss me,” he ordered. He never let her finish. He always cut her off as if her opinion doesn’t count. “What?!” her eyes grew wide.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.