Novel & Cerita Books Harry Styles Has Read

I read some Thiera Luna works in Good Novel and when sleep kick in I put my phone in the side and fall asleep. I woke up and goes downstairs. I saw Hilary's parents getting ready. Hilary's dad is wearing a white polo and now he is putting a black coat above it. While Hilary's mom is wearing a long dress semi-formal style. It is a dime green with five buttons in the breast and off-shoulder type. "Why you sure still not ready?" Hilary's mom asked. "Go to the shower room and take a bath," she said, handle me the robe. I then take s shower.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

"Over twenty years of marriage, lad. You know what that means, don't you?" Harry looked at Hiram, hoping he would say that his wife was exaggerating, but the man brought her hand to his lips, touching her skin gently, and smiled. "She knows me better than anyone," he added, as if sharing a secret, and everyone laughed. "Harry also loves Dickens, Uncle," the girl observed, knowing that while everyone had their sports preferences, they shared a great passion for literature.

Harold was out and I was all alone inside the house. I walked upto the book shelf and checked the books he had in his book shelf. Most of them were of business and some were of Sherlocks books, don't wanna read detective books. There was no romantic books here. In such a big book shelf, there are only detective and business management books. I again thoroughly went through the books and found a yellow color old book, which was neither detectives nor business books. I pulled it out and read the title of the book. PARENTHOOD.

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

His eyes were sharp and ambitious. Arabella stared at the picture for a long time. The man in the picture appeared different from the Harry she knew today—not because of the wheelchair but because something in his eyes was different. The Harry of today had eyes that were deeper, more complex, and filled with unspoken emotions. She returned the photo and walked over to the massive bookshelf. She trailed her fingers across the neatly arranged books and read the titles carefully. Most were about economics, investment, and leadership—nothing surprising, given the office’s owner.

"Opposites attract, babe." Brooklyn glanced at Harry and bit her lip. "So they say," she murmured. "Have you read anymore of the book?" Harry asked and Brooklyn thought of the book that told her all about werewolves. "A bit," she lied. She had read every single page. "A bit?" Harry said with a smirk. "Fine, all of it," Brooklyn muttered. "And?" "Why are you asking questions when you're in my head?" Brooklyn asked. "Because I'm sure it won't be long before you block me out," Harry said.

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.