Dementor's Kiss Harry Potter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

He called her name deeply, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Elsa didn't respond with words. She approached him, each step she took was filled with anxiety and desire. When she was close enough, she stood in front of him, looking straight into his eyes. "Help me forget." She whispered, and he almost didn't catch it. Harry did not waste any time for the moment he's been waiting for. He stood up from his seat, yanking Elsa by his waist until their bodies collided. He breathed heavily, his hold on her was possessive and hungry. He couldn't contain himself anymore and smashed their lips together in a hungry kiss. And it's as if something exploded around them.

By the time the doorman called to announce visitors, his apartment was immaculate, and he’d prepared a tray of drinks—non-alcoholic options prominently displayed. The knock came at precisely 8:42 PM. Henry took a deep breath, plastered on the smile he reserved for board meetings, and opened the door. Lavinia Hartwell stood there with perfect posture despite her obvious mortification, flanked by a short, thin man with thinning gray hair and a plump woman with Lavinia’s same intelligent hazel eyes. Both of her parents broke into wide smiles at the sight of him, but Lavinia remained composed even in her distress.

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

He was enjoying this wedding. Dominic slowly pulled away and stared down at her. Her face was red and paled. She look like someone who just see a ghost. He smirk lightly, then release her from his grip. 'Kiss, Kiss, kiss, kiss' those were the only word ringing in her head. Did this Demon just kiss her? It still feel unreal. The grip on her flower tighten the more, her eyes turn red as she glare at the man before her. The atmosphere was so tensed.

My knees nearly buckled. We stared at each other for a long time, the air crackling, thick with everything we’d left unsaid. And then Dorian leaned forward with a predatory hunger in his eyes–slowly like he was giving me time to run and when I remained frozen to the spot, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my dick through the denim. Holy fuck. A groan ripped out from the darkest corners of my chest as I slapped my hands against the wall for support because my knees had turned into fucking jelly. Dorian didn’t stop there. He continued mouthing at my crotch until his lips found my dick head and he sucked on it hard, through the jeans, and the wet heat turned my brain to goop static.

But this kiss, I would even trade the gray matter in my head for it because I know this was the kiss that woke Sleeping Beauty up. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him in a possessive manner, leaving no room between us. His other hand moved slowly from my jaw to the back of my neck, his fingers interwoven in my hair. The kids had everything in it: a deep aching hunger, years of loneliness and despair and undying hope. My own heart's meticulously built walls began to crumble into dust. The rush of the heart-breaking reality of this kiss erased my resentment toward Whitfield and my anxiety about Joachim's world.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

We've always been close and harmonious! Since no evidence was found linking me to the purchase of Diazepam or any deliberate poisoning of Chester, Eleanor came personally to remove the handcuffs after 48 hours of questioning. "Ivy, you're free to go," she said.