Female Harry Potter Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then I texted Alice and told her that her friend was trying to seduce me at the pool, and I waited for her to do the best she’s good at, violence. I wanted to go see it in person first before buying it so we fixed a meeting with the seller and a date too, then I ended the call. Then I looked up at this girl in the pool and she was flipping her hair in slow motion and faking sun bathing, pushing her Breast to the air. Im honestly really disappointed in some women. So you just try to seduce your friends husband to sleeping with you? And then what? Have him, your friend finds out and y’all become enemies? Insane.

"Sean, that sleazy narcissist, doesn't even compare to you. Chad, believe in yourself! "Mind you, I'm a paid member. I command you to hurry up!" Hunger surged through me as I scanned their lewd comments. My succubus instincts stirred. "Chad, here's a secret." I licked my lips. "I'm not fully human. I'm a succubus. "That means that no matter what you do to me, however rough, I won't get hurt. It'll only excite me. "If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…"

Binding me to him when it was the last thing I wanted. The last thing I had ever wanted. Before I could react, he bent down and picked me up by the back of my torn dress. I bit down on my lip so hard it hurt. Rage burned through me. "What have you just done?" I shouted. "How dare you!" His expression remained completely calm. As though what he had done was perfectly natural. As though he had every right. "Tanya the half-blood." His voice was low. Dangerously certain. "From today onwards, you become my slave and my mate."

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.

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.

She might be honest about this whole thing, but I wouldn't want her around my brother and I know for sure Hope wouldn't either, "He's the first guy who's ever tried to get to know me beyond just sex. And I think he's the only guy to like me without the glamour spell." "Cute, but I advise you to get over him soon. We don't want him to be with a witch," Hope lets out. Cassie’s slender shoulders drop, "Anyway, how can we help Farrow?" "I don't know," she murmurs, "I think only Ozzy could revert or dissolve the spell... or maybe another real witch. Or a healer.” "Where the fuck are we going to find another witch or a healer?" I let out, covering my face in stress.

I wasn’t worried about Stefano or school or any of it. Sean admitted to me that he wasn’t too familiar with Harry Potter, but knew enough about it to recognize the font and the snitch on my shirt. That led to me practically jumping over the desk and right onto his lap. “How have you not seen Harry Potter?! We are fixing this shit right now.” I parked my ass on top of his firm thighs and opened the Internet browser on his laptop. One of his hands slid between my thighs. Not probing or wandering, but possessively gripping the inside of my right thigh.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I looked again and it was gone. Mad! I am completely going mad! " I swear, she is a witch!" I muttered slowly to myself and got down from the bonet, smiling at my silly thoughts. HARRY'S POV "Ahhhh!" I was thursting inside the girl, I brought home from club tonight. It felt so good, while I was near climax, when my phone ringed. I decided to ignore it, getting lost in pleasure thrusting faster, but then my eyes opened wide, hearing the ringtone "Who let the dogs out" playing. It was the ringtone, I saved for Boss's call.