Dorea Potter Novels & Stories

"My dear, I will be fine. You don't have to worry yourself." Morrigan bit her lip. "I don't want to be a freeloader, if I can do something for you then it will be better." Frey looked at Morrigan's eyes that are still red from all the crying she did earlier but this time sadness couldn't be found in her eyes instead she could see the eyes of a determined young lady. She smiled secretly and handed Morrigan a basket of potatoes. Morrigan looked at it with curiosity. "Then do me a favor of washing these potatoes, you could remember where the well is right?" Morrigan nodded her head. "Go ahead..." Morrigan nodded again and went out of the kitchen to walk towards the well. Frey watches Morrigan w

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

Doreena didn’t look twice. Instead, she snapped her fingers. A pen levitated from the counter. A sheet of loose printer paper fluttered to the floor beside his hand. His dead fingers twitched just enough under her spell to scrawl a shaking message: “I did it to get even.” His name was signed beneath the note. Doreena vanished again in a swirl of dark vapor. Back in her stone cellar… She stood over the cauldron, rage still vibrating through her bones. Storm’s image flickered again — fever deepening, magic collapsing.

Then the old woman look at the persons she is currently talking to. "Anyway, Lord Gilbert..Lady Doreen, I would like to introduce you the person who helps us in our son case, Detective Alice Potter." Señorita Laura introduce her and she immediately bowed her head. "Please to meet you my lord, my lady. Im Alice Potter." She introduce herself politely. "You're a detective?" Lord Gilbert ask. "Yes I am." Then the old man suddenly turned silent and Alice doesn't know if she offended the old man or not. "Lady Doreen are you alright? You look pale." Señorita ask the lady so Alice also look at her. She really look pale.

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin

Melody ordered, "Contact Joe and tell him to keep an eye on Juan. I need to know what's going on with him. I won't let him ruin himself for that woman." "Yes, Madam," Sophie replied. ... Night had fallen as Debra and Marion returned to the Potter Mansion. Erica and Randy were both absent and probably off to handle business. Watching TV with Garland, Liza yawned, "This kind of life is dull. Two half-dead people upstairs and no liveliness in this house. What have you been?" Debra was puzzled. "Two half-dead people?" "Yeah, Mr. Andrew Potter. A lot of doctors showed up here today. I have no idea what happened."

I came to the last one in the pile and furrowed my brows when I looked at the front. It had my name on it in black ink, but it didn't have the building address. It was hand-delivered. I opened it up, expecting there to be papers inside but there was only a memory stick. A memory stick! Why would someone send me a memory stick? I placed all the mail aside and inserted the memory stick into my Laptop. I opened the file up curious to see what was on it. What the fuck!! On my screen, I saw Jamie and that Doctor she's involved with. They were standing in his living room undressing each other slowly. His hands were on her body, her bra was undone and his hands were on her breasts too.

I and my brothers ran towards her and hugged her tight. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Shaw asks for any kind of injury. "You've got us worried, love." Sawyer whispers in her ear. "What were you doing in this forest, Dora?" I ask and realize that my brothers do not approve of my attitude of questioning her. "A woman appeared to me when the coven was doing the performance of homage to the moon." She began to justify herself, embarrassed. "She signaled me to follow her, and when the performance was over I came after her."

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

They could only give all the credit to the lady boss for making them see such a side to the king of the underworld. Their boss seemed like a human now, compared to the emotionless robot he used to be. Before the lady boss came into the picture, facing Draco was like facing death; he was always cranky and unpredictable. He could crush people and companies under his feet as if they were ants. As Peter looked at the scene before him, he couldn't help feeling like something was about to go wrong. Everything had been so peaceful lately that it felt like the calm before the storm since Draco gave him the task this morning. Peter could only hope the lady boss was sincere and not lying to the boss.