Alex Sharp Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

But I left. Fast. And the moment the door shut behind me, the façade cracked. My breaths came shallow, and my fingers trembled. Stronger than me. Stronger than any wolf I had ever touched. Not just powerful… Untouchable. “What the hell…?” I whispered. This wasn’t Xavier. This wasn’t Kai. This wasn’t even Lorenzo at his worst. This was something else entirely. Something I had not been prepared for. And for the first time in years…

“Right?” Nodding my head, I confirm that he is, in fact, NOT a dragon. “Then… Are you a wizard like Harry Potter?” Aria looks to Aleksandr and she’s the first one to ask him directly. He just smiles and shakes his head. Alex is still looking at me as if he’s trying to decide if this is an elaborate ruse or if I’m actually being serious, but he remains quiet.

What now needs to be done is to listen to Harry's words and these statements are fully accepted. “Indeed, I saw Alex kill Jacob and slowly eat Jacob's organs. That guy looked like a crazy wild animal, he was biting the medicine and chewing on that disgusting organ. I think he gave himself a big dose of medicine before coming here that's why he became like this; Poor Jacob, if it were me standing there, I would surely fall prey to that wild beast."

CEO Jerry could feel the anger in Arya's voice, and he replied, "Calm down, sister. I'm still having a hard time believing that this man I have been seeing all this while is Charles Alejandro, a.k.a. the president's son. This is unbelievable." CEO Jerry laughed out first, even though he was angry too, but Arya wasn't laughing with him.

Alex rather spellbound, at first not noticing the object Ash holding in his hand, now waving in front of him. “I need to shave my hair again, will you do it for me, Alex?” His smile is charming, and much too tempting for Alex, knowing that might be his sole interpretation, but he lets go of his phone instantly, mid message, and gets out of bed as if bewitched, his hand taken by Ash who smiles happily at his request being granted, and leads him to the bathroom.He puts the razor into Alex hand, and sits down on a stool in front of the tall mirror. “Just the sides, just as short as I usually have them, please.” He smiles sweetly at him through the mirror, and Alex has to take a moment before he

It is so delicious and flavorful! "This is delicious, mom! You're the best cook ever!" She just smiles and eats with me. The next morning, everyone is talking about Hilary. "Who would do that to her?" "Maybe some stalker, you know how perfect that girl is." "Celestia!" I turn my gaze to one of my classmates named Darrel. "Hilary is indeed missing?" he asked with a worried face. "Y-yes." "Dang! Whoever kidnapped her should die!" he's Hilary's groupmate in Science. I mean who can't resist Hilary's charm? She's so friendly.

The princess curtseyed before the Lord at the head of the table, "Lord Easton of the Eurasian Eagle Owl Harpy Clan, I presume? It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The Lord's eyes never left Seraphina, and she felt as though this harpy could strip away every lie and peer into her very soul… at least the way he was looking at her. This was the stripping gaze of an inquisitive and respected Owl Harpy. Under King Easton's, Seraphina felt far too transparent, and it made her a little uncomfortable.

Melancholy, regret, earnestness and tenderness, all mixed into one. “Ok,” I say, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “Then tell me what you can. Who are you really?” Felix narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head. “I’m exactly who you think I am,” he says. “Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.”

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.