Harriet Potter Novels & Stories

She rarely had any days off and today, she seemed to want to live it up. I was so used to seeing her in her old and worn uniform that the outfit that she wore today was definitely out of character. You would think her to be the kind of girl who wears a cute sundress with boots and some cowgirl hat, or something along those lines. She seems like such an innocent soul and even with her yellow coloured hair and eyebrows, she looks like a happy go lucky sweet girl.

Well I guessed I would never know The tears just wouldn't stop, I thought after awhile my eyes would be dry again but that didn't happen. All the creatures who died for love must be thinking from above that what a perfectly unfortunate girl I was, I had everything; power, strength and reputation but I could never have the most beautiful and uncomplicated thing from the world that was 'love'.

And King Galen isn't much different. I'm going to ask her to explain when there's a quick knock on the door. It opens a few moments later, and an elderly woman glances inside. Her face is lined with wrinkles that come from frowning too much, and her blonde hair is full of grey strands. Her slate-grey eyes locate mine, and as she fixes her stare on me, a shudder runs up my spine. We just look at each other for a little while. She then grinned. "Miss. Agnarys, you're here. Good. My name is Greta, and I am the Head Maid." She beckons as she moves outside. "Come, child, follow me. Miss Greenwood will finish packing away your stuff while you're gone."

Harriet was the second person I trusted the most in the whole wide world, after me, of course. "I did," she replied beaming and adjusting her floral halter neck ruffle dress. She looked really pretty today like she took her time getting herself all dolled up. Harriet was an attractive lady, a year older than I was. Though not nearly as attractive as I was. She was slender, tall, with a symmetrical face, black kinky hair and beautiful dark skin that glistened. She would make a fine model, I had told her a thousand times but she always shrugged it off. She could be the next Naomi Campbell if she gave modelling a shot but she said she wasn't built for that kind of stuff.

wheelchair rugby team and its journey to the 2004 Paralympics in Greece is on your favorites list too. “What about Harry Potter?” she asks. “I haven’t seen it or them. I thought there were, like, fifteen movies in the series.” Her hair has fallen forward on her face and she pushes it back. I’ve seen the curve of her neck a million times, but now I’m fascinated with every inch of skin displayed. I want to sink my fingers into her hair and hold her still, while I run my nose across her skin. “Van?” She pulls me out of my Danny-induced coma and I meet her eyes. “Sorry.”

she said, gesturing at me to follow her. Harriet was an old witch, although I had never asked how old she was. She had long grey hair that she always tied up in a cute granny's bun, and mesmerizing green eyes surrounded by tiny wrinkles, which only added warmth to her expression. Whenever I saw her, she kept wearing long black or dark-brown gowns, and I teased her that I would once buy her a pointy hat to complete her look, resembling a fairytale witch.

Zita said openly. "Not even that adjective can describe how cruel she is." Rebecca added. < > A royal guard had pulled the door of a shop open and held it for Violet. Violet walked through the door with a basket. In the basket, there were five flower pots, some seeds in a clear bag and a bagel. Violet had stopped over at a bakery before going to visit the florist. Violet glanced at what she had bought and smiled that she had achieved her goal for the day. Just then, a little boy ran towards and stole the bagel in the basket. While he quickly took the bagel, one of the pots fell from the basket and broke into pieces.

I have no idea which of these rumors are true or false, but what I do know is that Alpha Killian Hayes of the Crescent BloodMoon Pack is a brooding, nocturnal demon and being betrothed to him means I will not live to see the next full moon. The door I’ve just been shoved into shuts in my face and just when I think I’ve finally had a moment to cry alone, the door opens again, revealing Harriet, the very last person I want to see right now. “Oh, don’t look so disappointed, I’m only here to formally tell you goodbye and wish you good luck. What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t?” She says in the most patronizing tone and a thousand different things I can do to hurt her right now cross my mi

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

Alex paused, rolled his eyes lazily, then let out a dismissive laugh, as if her words were weightless. Selly inhaled again, deeper this time. Her gaze sharpened—she was no longer just the victim. “Just so you know, Professor. If this ever gets out, I’m not the only one who falls. Your wife does too—Dr. Helena Harrington, dean of the law faculty.” “So now you’re threatening me?”