Fanfiction Harry Novels & Stories

We want someone who’s got their ear to the ground, supernaturally speaking, so this is a good thing. “How did you know?” I ask. Crazy Harry shrugs, then leans down to pet one of the squirrels between its little pointy, tufted ears. “I know a lot of things.” When he straightens again, there’s just the hint of fear in his pale gaze. “Are you going to hurt me?”.“No,” I say, giving Kian a pointed look. I drop my arm away from the feral shifter’s chest and step bodily in front of him before he can terrify our informant into running. “Harry, are you familiar with the Tree of Life?”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

Chapter 3: The Laundry Room. Harper's Pov: I couldn’t sleep. After the dream, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for almost two hours. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Colton’s hands on me. I felt his breath against my neck. I heard that low, rough voice saying *“Let me take care of you.”* It was just a dream. I knew that. But the guilt and the heat it left behind refused to go away.

I look a lot like momma, whereas Harry looks like dad. I may own this business, but I also write my own books, which the family does not know about. I write romance and I focus on a lot of fantasy. My pen name is Lyric Wildchild. I chuckle. I thought it was clever, Lyric because my name is Harmony and Wildchild, after what we used to nickname Harry. Well, I thought it was clever. I get to work writing chapters and checking emails when the door chimes and I feel a presence behind me.

she confirmed, “and that you are about to become a full-time window spy. Congratulations.” I gasped. “I am not spying on him!” “Yet.” I groaned, pressing my forehead against the cold glass. “Why do I feel so weirdly happy about this?” “Because you’re still hopelessly in love with that man, despite my ongoing efforts to drag you out of his gravitational pull.” Laurette cackled. "Oh my God, this is fate!" I groaned. "Don’t start.” "Are you kidding? This is the universe giving you front-row seats to that man’s life. Tell me, what’s happening over there? Is he shirtless? Towel around his waist? Fresh out of the shower?"

he got up and walked over to me, "Claire, don't lie to me; tell me what's wrong." I sighed, "I had another dream," he sat down and waited for me to continue, "You were in it, and I was a wolf; we were sitting by a lake, and then you said that you were hungry, and then," I paused for a moment; Harry took my hands in his, "It's okay," he said, I took a breath, "You had fangs and you... you bit me." his face went pale, I stared at him for a moment, "Harry, are you a vampire?" he sighed and looked at me with sorrowful eyes,

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.