Cormac Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Uncle said to Harry. "Sure dad. I'll take care of her. Tomorrow morning I'll tour her around the house." Harry said happily. I kept smiling. Waaaah it looks like I'm going to have an Oppa stepbrother! I picked up my bag on the sofa when suddenly another handsome man appeared. His straight hair is maroon brown, his long and beautiful eyelashes collide with his bangs, his twinkling eyes, his pointed nose, and his bloody lips looking so perfect! He was wearing a black uniform with the crown brand and initials C.U. .... Crown University.

So I will use Irish too and it would be easy for me to get him, if I would use Irish, the girl of his life. I make Ross sit still because I don’t want his body to bend. I want him to sit like he is still alive though he was covered with his own blood. I positioned the chair in the middle and faced him to the door. So that once Eigner arrives, he will see his professor right away. I know it will make him nervous, give him fear and make him stutter to find Irish. I can easily control him.

That was why he wasn't planning on drinking any at all. "Even if you don't drink it, do you think you can leave?" a middle-aged man in his 40s asked coldly as he opened the door. The middle-aged man was named Cormac Cansley, and he was one of the team captains in the state Martial Arts Association! He was known for being ruthless and aggressive, and he had even shaved his entire body for the sake of training to elevate his skills. That was why everyone in the Martial Arts Association had given him the nickname "Father Cormac", because he was as bald as a monk!

She had assumed she would never cross paths with him. She was dead wrong. Cormac Vane is the high-caste heir of the Sterling empire’s military division, the nephew of the Sterling pack elders, and the cousin of the very man who took her virginity last night! "I'll message her shortly," Cormac replies casually, pulling out his slate before remembering the battery was dead. Marlowe’s jaw drops as she stares between the two powerful males. "Calloway... you mean to tell me this is Cormac Vane? The creator of the elite Diamond Resort territory?!"

He pushed the door open like he’d done it before, the hinges creaking in protest. The warmth inside hit me first, followed by the scent woodsmoke, leather, and something older, sharper. Cormac Vale was standing by the hearth, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He looked… nothing like I expected. No scars, no monstrous sneer. Just a tall man with pale eyes that seemed to cut through the air between us. His hair was silver at the temples, though he couldn’t have been more than forty. And he was smiling. The Letter’s Shadow

The supernatural heat that had baked our faces on the dais was gone, replaced by the bitter, shivering reality of an autumn morning in the Scottish borders. "They'll listen to Alistair," Cormac said. His long strides kept him effortlessly abreast of me, the low thud of his boots rhythmic against the gravel. Even running full tilt, his hand hovered near his sword hilt, eyes sweeping the shifting shadows of the ferns. "He gave the order. He can rescind it." "If they believe an ancient hunger possessed their commander for three days, maybe," Alistair said grimly.

Even the lion statues by the entrance had missing pieces. The Snows had gathered inside the main hall, and they were all eyeing a lavishly dressed young man with expressions of fury. "Time's up!" The young man, Eric Gross, snapped his fingers and adjusted his glasses before continuing, "Have you made up your mind yet, Cormac? Are you signing the contract or not?" Cormac Snow, once merely an elder but now the head of the Snow family, was sitting in the center of the hall, and he was brimming with rage.

answered Harry to the girl. "Daddy, you have an appointment for doctor Chris to examine you today." Said the dark brown hair figure with the golden shirt, still from the outside of the door. "Oh, yes. Daddy forgot..." Mr. Harry then stood up, "I forgot, I have an examination for control today!" explained Harry to his guest. ### They are walking outside the campus. "It is so weird..what we've done...looking for girls to marry inside the campus. So weird." Said Remus.

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

Lips curled in a half-smile that promised secrets and ruin in equal measure. The academy uniform looked wrong on him,as if the fabric strained under something too powerful to contain. “Aria,” he said. His voice. God!!! his voice. Smooth. Rich. Familiar. Like fire wrapped in silk. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because I knew. This wasn’t a new student. This wasn't a coincidence. This was him. Harry. Reborn. Renamed. Returned. “I’ve heard so much about you,” he said, pulling out the chair across me. Sat without invitation. “The girl who survived the Hollow Path. Who broke Morwen’s staff with a gesture. Who walks like she owns the stones beneath her feet.”