Demelza Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He leaned casually in the door frame observing them quietly, without letting them about his presence. “What are you doing Hazel?” Minerva asked her while fixing her doll’s hair. “I am making Vanilla shampoo Minerva. For you.” They both had not seen him. Hazel was cooking some deliciously smelled concoction on the stove. No doubt he liked Hazel a lot. She had this lively and chirpy personality. The girl who was at first scared of werewolves, was actually a Ph.D. in the subject. She could tell facts and figures about the werewolf communities which even werewolves were not aware of.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

Trapped in a world of cruel traditions, a young girl loses everything except her will to survive and avenge the man she loved. Forced into an underage marriage dictated by backward traditions, nineteen-year-old Magdalena’s life becomes a nightmare when she gives birth to a deaf, deformed daughter. Denied her dowry and branded a curse, Magdalena is cast out into a crude shed, left to raise her “defective” baby in isolation while her husband uses her only in the dark. Refusing to let her daughter die in obscurity, Magdalena fights her way back. Starting with a small market stall, she builds a thriving business and reclaims her independence, power, and sensuality. Along the way, she m

Gemita laughed sarcastically, walking out of the office. Gemila shut the door immediately and brought out her phone immediately. She dials Yasmine again this time Yasmine picks up. “Hey what's up?" Yasmine asked over the phone. “I'm in trouble. Meet me at the bulas cafe in ten minutes." Gemila said before ending the call. * * Harry slowly opened his eyes. It's his first time waking up this late and it's because Charles had drugged him. He knew Harry would never agree to rest for today so he had no choice but to put sleeping pills in his food last night.

Harriet stroked both of her ears, mumbling tiredly, “Come on... why this again...?” Harriet spread her . She muffled all noises from the Castle and its surrounding completely. After that, she spoke for them to listen. “This is me, Harriet Goldlane. Queen Lela Sclera, don’t tell me you forgot I am supposed to come today...” Harriet said. Ezekiel, who felt his ears ringing, squinted his eyes. “Oh, it’s the persistent, Cursed Unicorn Heir...” another voice, which now sounded manly and calm, was heard.

I chuckled. Nova smirked. "I was thinking more about a demon... the Demonic Prince." "Yes, that I can believe," I confirmed, and we both laughed. I took a sip of champagne and glanced at Harriet. Unlike Nova's and mine, her expression was oddly serious. Before I could ask her about it, she got up and pulled a massive wooden chest closer to the sofa. She opened the lid and gave Nova and me a nervous smile. "I remembered one detail in the book I went through today. I just want to check it again…" she explained, trailing off when she grabbed two large spell books from the top of the pile.

*** “Del-the-fucking-Spell.” Mary muttered as she stared at Deloris with recognition. Almost every upper-level warlock knew about the warlock whose expertise, when it came to spells, was legendary. Over a century ago, she’d fallen in love with a wolf and caused a massive uproar between her clan and the werewolves. There had been a fierce battle that had resulted in the death of the wolf that Del-the-Spell was in love with. Del had disappeared, never to be heard of again. “I see you’re still running with fleabags.”

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Demetria paced around her room, wringing her fingers out of nervousness. Tomorrow was the day when her ~great~ plan would be brought to life, but now she was sure it was a huge mistake, especially since the moment when her dear Father informed her that Callista would be a part of a team. Demetria was sure she had taken the witch out of the picture, but this woman found a way to crawl back to the Dragon King's side. The girl cursed under her breath. She underestimated her opponent.

The men realized why Draco had chosen this seemingly harmless woman to be the queen of his empire. She was beautiful, but it was the innocent kind of beauty. She felt like a fresh breeze; it was as if she had not been tainted by all the darkness of this world. But Morgan could tell the storm brewing underneath that perfect exterior. When everyone saw her beauty and charm. He was the only one who saw all her emotions behind the mask she wore. Morgan excused himself with Alexa held possessively in his embrace and left the room together with his men. They used a different exit when they reached the hallways.