Novel & Cerita Fem Harry Potter Is Gorgeous Fanfiction

“Harry.” “Tell me that you’re glad to see me,” Harry’s appearance was, as always, dramatically beautiful. Tall, lean, broad shouldered, and dressed with an effortless elegance that Meguitte could never reproduce, their hair was a waist length, silky straight dyed golden curtain. From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

And that was a huge thought, a huge realization, something that would take some adjusting to… “Aren’t you sweet?” Harry rose to their feet and skimmed the satin chemise from themselves, revealing a lean, long, athletic body. Their hair shimmered from the scoop of the fabric falling down around their shoulders and caressing their back as they bent over to remove the satin shorts, their arse cheeks taut and perfect temptations unabashedly pointed his way. Any thought of Autumn, Winter, or Cameron was banished from Jules’ mind.

“It gets old, you know.” Her jaw dropped, and she looked at me like I had grown two heads, but I had the assurance that even if she decided to post them, she wouldn’t find any because Harper had gathered all the shreds of evidence. “Just a single call and I’ll ruin all you have struggled to build,” She smiled evilly. Now that I looked at her intensely, how could I have missed the resemblance between her and Maleficent in Sleeping Beauty? I should take up the offer of going to an optician as recommended by Harper.

The baby-soft pink with shades of purple and lint gold is artistically appealing, and the way it complements her skin is captivating. It's unimaginable that I'd get turned on by pajamas, but the sight of Hermione in any attire is a stimulant for me. Her hair is still damp, looking darker and more attractive. Her eyelashes are wet, her face moist and inviting kisses. But I know she needs to eat first. I dish dinner to each of us, and we begin to eat. Hermione devours her meal heartily, and it's clear she's starved herself throughout the day and burned enough calories to warrant her rapid pace.

What was she going to do, kill me within scenting distance of her boyfriend’s dorm? This might as well happen, I thought wearily as Freda threw my arm down and scowled at me. Fenris Hall is already so goddamn weird. Framed by the tangled, thorny brush and grey sky overhead, Freda looked like a completely different person than the picture-perfect princess I’d seen earlier that day. Her blue eyes snapped like sparks, her straight teeth were bared in a snarl, and her pale wavy hair practically crackled around her.

Her tiny hands pulled the hoodie away from her hair and I came face to face with her cornrows. This girl! Fuuuuuuck! She was beautiful, she was possibly the most beautiful thing I had come across today. I didn't know, maybe she looked that beautiful to me because she brought me to this enchanted place. "I bet you know me as Octavia because I know you as Eliakim." She raised her eyes up to mine again. "It's a strange name, never heard of it, but it's nice." I was starting to like it when she stared at me, even longed for her eyes to meet mine.

He blinked his eyes in time to see Mama P smiling up at him. "Oh Bebe, don't worry about him, Sky will come down when he's ready." The elderly woman cooed and Stefan wasn't hungry anymore. He was going to get up and go find Sky when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Stefan's eyes shot up in time to see Sky standing at the foot of the stairs. Stefan's lips fell apart at the sight before him. Standing in all his glory was the beautiful, flawless, shirtless, and sexy as all fuck, Sky. His eyes were a perfect baby blue, the sparkles all gone yet they held Stefan captive. Sky was bigger, his toned chest flexing with well-defined muscles, his lips a full sexy red color, his long honey bro

Isn’t this the reason why Madell was so jealous of her and that she forced Harriet to wear outdated clothes ? She used to be an ordinary secretary who always wear clothes that does not highlight her beauty. But it is different now. Harriet, as the daughter of Astell, was incredibly gorgeous. Her brown hair that fell all the way to her waist in a beautiful wave was perfect with not a single strand out of place. How about her emerald eyes that complement her fair snow- like skin? They looked like flowers blooming in winter. Everything else about her made her look like a snow fairy.

ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.