Dorea Potter Novels & Stories

Once the countdown ended, Cole pushed forward, his energy wave forming a cone that rocketed toward Hopkin. As expected, Cole defeated Hopkin, and next was Burke, number 6, who faced another C-level enhancer. The two heavyweights clashed, but ultimately, Burke triumphed. Lancelot was the third to compete from his team. His opponent was a young lady with telekinesis, named Doreen, who appeared delicate and beautiful, her hair tied into a ponytail. Doreen's telekinesis had a strong mental erosion property, allowing her to silently control others or induce dizziness with direct impact.

Not a while she joined him when she sounded so stupid now. "We still have to watch your stupid harry potter and all the those useless crap pointers." he said later while Daeira was woken up from being mesmerized by how good he looked in a happy face. ***

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

Before he disappeared the Sword Keeper sent his apprentice Dejon Dordez, now D2, along with his necklace in a pod to the planet in the distance to find the next sword Keeper. D2 is a witch, who was found by the Sword Keeper Areon, battered and bruised. He took her under his wing, made her his apprentice and taught her everything he knew and with her being a witch that was an added bonus. D2 landed at a beach in a place called Ohio and found that the necklace reacted to the girl calling herself Sekora Taru. Now D2 must help the Sword Keeper find the magic items and stop Kariya’s evil plan for world domination.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Christian said, "Let's go to the back." Crystal nodded. Christian held her hand and led her. They walked through the corridor behind the counter and entered a room. The room was arid and had no door just windows. There was a sack filled with dry clay in it and the potter's wheel at the centre of the room. There was a table at the corner of the room. Christian let go of her hand and took the basket from her. He shifted the apron on it a bit further and kept the basket there. He removed the cloth and picked up the slides by the plate. He kept the plate on the table and had a slice.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

DAHLIA : The High Priestess; a person believed who had lived thousands of years ago. She participated in the war and used the power of the wish granter to have a land for humans. Dotoria worshipped her like a deity despite her humanity. For them, she was an angel sent by heaven. For other races, she was a cheater who stole the wish granter from the competition and made her own rules. She was a brave human for ones, a villain for others. Personally, I wasn’t attracted that much to her story. However, I was interested in her ability to see the shadows.

"Mr. Andrew Potter wants to meet you, Mrs. Houston." "Barton," Debra said, "this garden is beautifully designed. Has it stayed the same all these years?" "Yes. Mr. Andrew Potter likes it as it is, so he's kept it unchanged," Barton replied, stepping aside. "After you." Debra couldn't help but steal a few more glances at the flowers and greenery. She had a strong feeling that she had been there before, but her memory told her she'd never set foot in the Potter Mansion. When she entered Andrew's bedroom, the sharp scent of medicine brought her back to reality.