Golden Harry Potter Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWO I struggled against his hand on my mouth but he was insistent. In the end I went limp in his arms and he slowly released his grip on my mouth. He waited till the murderer had moved away from my family's death table, then turned to me. I stared at his features in momentary awe: his eyes were big and bright and blue, almost electric in their intensity. The eyes of an inexperienced man who hadn't yet seen the rougher side of life; probably nineteen or twenty years old, not much older than me. His coal-black hair was plaited in cornrows, each strand falling to his shoulders. His skin was tan, which was a rarity in this cold climate. And he was staring at me the way I knew I was stari

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

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..”

"A living one? Is it that terrifying level 5 Blue-headed Golden-eyed Beast out there?" "Come on. Inspect the goods and pay the rewards." Chu Xun grabbed old Harry and dragged him towards the door. Old Harry's legs gave way. He wanted to exert his strength to break free, but he was surprised to find that his power was suppressed and he could not use it at all.

Gloria's shoulders trembled, and she clenched her hands into fists. Harry's sudden appearance caught her off guard, and she tried to restrain the urge to scream. She was furious because of Harry's remark about her. What did Harry know? He was the son of the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack. He had money, and he had the pack guards protecting him. When Gloria got out of the werewolf prison, she had only a few dollars on her. Where else could she go besides Fittro Club?

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

He thought that over and slowly turned around to face her again. “No outside drugs?” “Nope. You can find what you need if you know where to look and know who to ask.” “And here I thought you were on the up and up.” She laughed and shook her head. He stared, he couldn’t help it. Her eyes turned an even more golden color when her smile was like that. “I never said I was. Thought it would be a good way to turn a profit. You know, sell what we traffic.”

Bona did not realize that Harry was making her talk as she continued, “It’s not just the soothing tea, but also that set of sapphire jewelry. They have all been carved with psychedelic runes! Hunter said that it would be fine if this rune is carved on an object, but it can kill a person when consumed!” Harry grasped the main point and asked, “You tested it?” “Yes, we tested it.” “Who is Hunter?” “Hunter is Hunter. He is a member of our Flame…” Bona finally came to a realization halfway through her sentence. She covered her mouth tightly, and a trace of panic flashed across her eyes.