Weasley Ginny Novels & Stories

*Grayson* Ginny was acting weird. At first I thought she'd only been popping up wherever I was because she needed to talk to me. After she'd missed the chance when I was alone, it became glaringly obvious she didn't want to talk. She just kept shooting curious glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking. I met her eyes and arched my eyebrow, silently asking what the matter was. Her only response was a pointed squint followed by a tiny scowl.

Ginny stood naked in front of the mirror admiring the marks on her body. She wasn’t ashamed of what Digger did to her. Between him and Bernard she proudly wore the evidence of their pleasure. She frowned as she looked at her blonde hair that was tousled from how Digger had pulled her hair. It was during that moment that he had shouted her niece's name as he came down her throat.

Ginny was never an honest person that was why we broke up in the first place. "You promised you’d come see me, Hayes. But you were taking too long, so I came to see you instead. I am tired of waiting. Your son misses you, I miss you." She looked at me with sad eyes, but I could see through her facade. I was shocked with how bidl she was acting,with her knowing fully well that I know her very well. Although I still found it kind of strange that she was able to bypass Alex and his assistant along with my receptionist there was no denying that she was an unwanted guest and I had to find a way to get rid of her.

Ohh what timing! “It’s a young female,” Luke immediately whispers, flicking his head toward the sound. Goddess I need this wolf of mine to hurry up so I can be sneaky! How cool is that? I open the door to see Ginny, wearing a cheerleader outfit in our school’s colors. She’s homeschooled and probably won’t even go to our high school but she looks awfully cute. She fluffs a pom pom in my face.

B E I N G P R I M E She gave in to them. To him. 2·1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ She wouldn't succumb. One thing Eiling Weasley knew was that life loved to throw lemons at her. She'd received her first lemon when her parents died, then when her family rejected her. Now, life was going to throw another. In the form of the most popular group at her school: The Prime Empire.

Ginny paused with a laugh. “Anyways, I started high school. Yes, at twelve. They said I was a prodigy. But what they didn't know was that being an outsider from Florida with no winter clothes and two years younger than anyone else would have made me a loner.” Ginny sipped the tea and drifted off into her mind.

Although Felix could only see a sliver of her skin at most, this interaction was already a lot for her. "Is this okay, Ms. Longstone?" the maid asked. Ginny took a deep breath and mustered her courage to banish her distracting thoughts. "Yes."

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

I smiled as she dragged all the things she bought into the living room, “Let me help you” I said to her and stood up but Ginny suddenly ran towards me, she grabbed my shoulders and forced me to sit back down “Come on these are not even heavy there's no reason for you to be worried about me” She said and fell in the space beside me breathing so fast as she gulped down a glass of water, poured herself the second glass and almost gulped it half before dropping the cup back on the table. “So tell me how was your time with him?” Ginny asked with a wink

While me and Ginny are in the passenger’s seat. “How are you feeling, Ginny?” Drake asked as he took a napkin from the car’s compartment. He gave it to Ginny which she gladly took to wipe off her lips. “I didn’t know… I feel dizzy and I can see all your veins. I can smell your blood and I’m craving for it,” she said. I glanced at Ginny and saw her hands still trembling. Knowing that she’s still craving, I believe she’ll hunt more later.