Fanfiction Harry Potter Novels & Stories

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

" ************** OMG its over AHHHHH.... I really did cry this time. Anyway I love them so much and I will miss them so much. But I am writing another book in this next chapter titled: SISTERS DESIRE, and you guys should really goo check it out. Its a fictional story that involves incest, but it is not an incest only story. It focuses on Harem Lit. All characters involved in sexual activities of any kind are eighteen years or older. None of these events are real, no matter how badly we may want them to be. (Sucks doesn't it) Please rate and comment. Enjoy. and I think its really interesting.

Andreas asked. "Anything as long as it is not horror. "She said seriously. Andreas laughed but not compiled. He started the Harry Potter series. He looked at the girl and saw how her face light up. God, His Wife, is genuinely breathtaking. Andreas could still feel Lia's lips on his. They surpassed every fantasy he ever had. But they would look much better wrapped around his-stop! What's wrong with you, Andreas smith!

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."