Female Harry Novels & Stories

He was dumbfounded to see the beautiful body of that woman, a shade of cinnamon, her wet hair reached almost to her waist, and her wide hips were molded by a pair of buttocks, that although they were not so toned, they looked like a pair of melons, Her long legs matched her crotch, but Harry's biggest surprise was when she inadvertently turned around, giving him a better view of her front, he wanted to vote the drool, a pair of erect and huge breasts an almost flat belly and a fully waxed mons Venus. Harry felt ashamed for what he was doing, it was not in his values to observe a woman and less naked, but above all to feel aroused by her, when he was younger and was experiencing the sweetness

"Only she would know." "True, I think I am going to wait a little bit before going back. Just in case." "Makes sense." Harriet reached across the kitchen island and snatched a piece of pineapple before plopping it into her mouth. "I'm curious about the new blessed wolf." I placed the knife on the counter and used my hand to scrap the fruit into my container. "All the other blessed wolves have been female, right?"

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Harry did not heed the wolf's words, he had promised Manny, that they would decide after the mating games event took place. Harry was in front of Manny, his eyes fixed on the plump lips of the woman with loose and fragrant hair, she knew how to take care of herself. He could smell her hair lotion… oh or was that the smell of her shampoo, it was the Smells of lemon grass… very fresh and therapeutic.

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.

Yes, Harry is gay and the most nicest person she had came across. Hazel looked around and found so many have arrived. She looked for Matilda and found her nowhere. She decided to go to washroom for makeup touch ups. She was glad she wore a pretty dress today that was somewhat good for a wedding. Though it was a tight on her. She has gained quite some weight after giving birth to Xavier. Her once invisible hips have now appeared and their is quite a visible curve. Her chest has now become huge.

She faked a cry. "Shut up! I said shut up!" I raised my voice again and she sobbed like she was in pain. If anyone had been in my shoes, they would have fallen for her trap. But who she is kidding? I'm Harry, the legend of every girl's dream boy who never falls for another trap. "Listen, bitch!! If I ever see you cross my life, just consider you would lose everything. I mean it, So don't play with me ever." I warned and stormed out of the bar.

Harry said irritably, "We're obviously the ones who saw it first! Shouldn't everything be on a first-come, first-served basis?" "Whose kid is this? If I like it, then it's mine!" the woman snapped. Harry might have handsome features, but the childishness he portrayed made it obvious that he was only around 18 years old. The rich woman was already 45 years old this year. If she were any younger, she might just be attracted to Harry's type. It was a shame that only men in their 20s knew how to please others! This was why Harry was spared from the traumatic ordeal of being harassed by this older woman.

asked Harry as nothing happened, he is so cool about that but Arria is getting more and more irritated, but she took a long sigh and asked, "did you rape her?" "I did, what that Allen did to my Anna, she loves to see others in pain and now, I gave her, what she wants and at the same time, what she made my Anna feels like," Harry said without even looking at Arria, he is only looking at his laptop screen.

I take a deep breath, feeling defeated and just as I’m about to turn the TV off, the screen shifts and Harry appears. My spine straightens, every muscle on alert as I watch his smug face fill the frame as reporters swarm him outside some gleaming building. “Did you meet the mystery woman Chase was with last night? What can you tell us about her?” Harry pauses, turning slowly toward the cameras, wearing a smile I used to mistake for charm. “Yes, I met her. Lovely woman. I just hope she knows what she’s getting herself into with Chase Sterling. He’s known for parading women around and tossing them aside when he gets bored.”