Novel & Cerita Sirius Black House-elf

he asked again, his lips right by my ear. "Black" I mumbled. He let go of me before twirling me around to face him. He smiled and took my hands. "It so typical of you ,just like your name, mine is white. Let me get a few things straight, Emerald" he began, "You are coming with me and you are going to be my mate, as the Moon Goddess wants. You will submit and obey. You won't raise questions and you won't disrespect me or there will be punishments. Okay?" He said, before kissing the side of my head, "Take what just happened as a warning."

said Min-ho trying hard to open the knots. “I was not expecting you to wake up for at least one day after receiving that shot. Hmm…quite strong,” said Si-ri looking at Min-ho. Meanwhile Min-ho was busy admiring Si-ri’s beauty. After coming back to his senses, he continued to ask her “Release me you witch I won't harm you.” “I am not a witch,” she responded in a gentle voice. “But they said that the black mansion is the residence of a witch.” “Do I look like a witch? Whatever you have heard is not true, there is no witch here.”

“I really think you need help. Maybe see a psychiatrist or a witch doctor, because you honestly can't tell me werewolves are real.” The master kept on moving towards her. “I don't need to see a psychiatrist because I am sane. Also I can tell you they are real, because they really are.” “Okay, fine,” Elizabeth pushed her hands forward to stop the Master from coming any further towards her. “And please don't come any further to me, otherwise I'd yell that you want to rape me.” “No one would hear,” The Master stopped moving. “There's a spell that's been placed on this house that prevents ordinary humans from seeing it.”

Noe snapped at the dumbfounded Elf troops who saw me. "Ready Your Majesty!" Tim led the Elf troop into the teleportation portal, followed by me, Noe, Erin and Uncle Ronald and his two bodyguards. "Which part of the house is it?" I asked Uncle Ronald about the aristocratic house that had defected. "The big house." Uncle Ronald pointed to one of the biggest houses, the Elf troops immediately sped off without any more commands. "I think just go inside the courtyard" Noe said to me after the Elf troopers left.

He knew I wasn’t going to defy him. I walked behind him quietly, my eyes trying to absorb as much of my surroundings as possible. I had imagined the house to be dark and mysterious, semi-lit, with antique furniture and creepy halls. As we descended a large double staircase, and then another and another before going outside, I was pleasantly surprised with how beautiful the house is. The décor was simple but elegant, gold-handled doors and marble floors. Mathieu Blackwood wasn’t just a werewolf; he was a wealthy man. Why would he not be living comfortably?

The two maids glance real secretly at Elira Stormveil, the head housekeeper, before both of their mouths reply together, "Our eyes didn't see a single thing." My boots might be Lady Blackwynd now, but to the lower staff, Elira’s long authority as head housekeeper outweighs my unranked wolf name by a mile. So what if my hand is the supreme mistress of the fortress? The Blackwynd Moon Dominion has seen plenty of "Lunas" come and go across the winters—where were their bodies hiding now? Even if Zafira’s wolf is a little bit different this time, even if Alpha Vickon spoils my skin for this short moment, that pack favor could change overnight into a bite. Only a total fool would cross Elira’s bad

Is that the exact reason his pride forces his body to approach a spotted female like me? My thoughts cannot figure out the true reason behind his play, so my mind decides the best option is to get Idris to remove his boots from my apartment unit immediately. "Mr. Blackthorne, the sky shows it is almost time for the evening meat meal. You see, although Zuberi has prepared some food inside, he is still a tiny five-year-old kid. Both his cooking skills and the raw forest ingredients his hands used are in no way comparable to the professional royal chefs who cook back at the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Citadel. Don't you think your boots should..." My tongue pauses, leaving the final sentence unfinish

He was a man in his late sixties. “Good morning sir.” Earnestine greeted. “How may I help you?” He asked. “Uncle Clarke.” Athena said appearing from behind Earnestine. “Oh! My sweet Athena Deux.” He answered leaving where he was to go embrace her. “Great. We came looking for something.” Athena pulled closer to him, and they hugged each other before he pecked her cheeks. “We heard that this library has a few things about witches.” “What do you need?” Clarke said.

"You don't have a choice in the matter, sweetheart. The Dark lord wants you to go pack your things now." Fueled by anger, I raised my eyes to them. I was tired of being pushed around, tired of being treated like a pawn in their games. "I am not some obedient pet to fetch and carry on command. You can tell your Dark lord that I refuse to be his plaything. Tell him that if he wants a pet, he can buy a fucking chihuahua." James Bond's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. It was obvious he was their ringleader. “You should watch your mouth, girl. You're treading on thin ice."

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.