Fanfiction Harry Potter Novels & Stories

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

The more I stroked myself, the more horny I became until the horse came to a halt as I hurriedly pulled up my pants, hoping I had not given off sexual pheromones. I could barely breathe. All I wanted was to quench the undying need for sex. My pussy growled and begged for cock, as it stood the only reasonable thing that could quench this growing pleasure. Suddenly I heard a fierce growl coming from afar. It was a Lycan. It scared the horses as they struggled to get away despite being tied to a tree branch. I lifted up my eyes to see a white fur Lycan racing towards our direction—Lord Fenrik. The rider had fled at the sound of the Lycan, leaving me alone in the cage.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

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Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.

And beneath her name, in smaller letters: …Book of Forbidden Desires… My hands froze. I should have closed it. Returned it unopened. Demanded she redo the assignment properly. Instead, I opened to the middle page. Fantasy #11: The Masked Party My heart flipped as I read her fantasies. She might not have been a great biology student, but she was exceptional with details.

There was magic, action, drama, shitty ex-fiancees, and love triangles. It was a famous web novel. The story always ended on the cliffhanger. There were a lot of snu-snu moments. The male lead was so frustrating at times that I wished to go into the book and choke him. The female lead, who was so dense despite being from a modern world, made my blood boil at all times. Why couldn't she see the second male lead who was in puppy love with her? She should be with anyone else but that cold-hearted asshole male lead who kept forcing himself on her.

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other