Novel & Cerita Harry And Sirius

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.

'OH , I can do more than just stop you", Harry said with a dangerous glint in his eyes . His hands rolling the cuffs of his shirt so that his muscular forearm can be seen . I am sure things are going to get nasty if any of them choose this exact moment to say something , so this is my cue to take things over . "Hey guys, no need to get angry , why not we talk things over, right harry , Winston?" I step in between both of them ,my hands on harry's chest . I might've let my hands wander on the muscular planes of his rick-hard chest . I feel Harry's heartbeat quicken underneath my palm, so i let my hand falter by my side . I see harry smirking and eyeing me from my periphery and red hot heat ga

“AAARRMMPPPHH!!” Sirius put the piece of Ronald's penis into his mouth and forced the piece of meat down to his throat. Until he choked on his own dick. “Nnghhh! Nngghh!” Ronald groaned with his mouth and throat clogged. "That's for my girl." Sirius said casually, he seemed to be enjoying his work. He retrieved his dagger again, stabbing Ronald near his heart. With tremendous force he pry the man's heart out of his chest and plunged it into Ronald's throat as well.

Their weapons were trained on us, their faces cold and unyielding. Sirius stood under the harsh light, his gaze drifting upward to the night sky. For a long, unnerving moment, he seemed lost in thought, his expression unreadable. Then, his eyes snapped back to me, and a wide, charismatic grin spread across his face. "It's been a while since I was here!" he exclaimed, his voice booming through the ruined room. "Feels too good to be home!"

Harry replied. "Involves this?" He made a show of slicing his throat. "Nope. We're going to kidnap Saira from her house." Harry grinned. "And... How do you propose we do that?" George lifted a brow. "Leave it all to me." He shot his friend a secretive smile.

#One_Year_Later "Dad, Dad please save me. I don't want to have milk for breakfast. Chris is forcing me to do this." Harry requested Samson, hiding behind him. Harry is the adopted year old son of Samson and Christian which made their incomplete family finally complete with his presence. "Sam, don't hear his request. He is becoming really naughty day by day. If he does not have his diet properly then he will fall sick.",Christian glared at Harry, who was hiding behind Samson.

He says in her ear, with his typical arrogant smirk on his face. And it's truly, not the threat itself that makes Astrid agree, but that sparkle of excitement in his eyes that makes her believe he wants her to say no. "Fine." She looks away, as her face gets red. "But I don't want to talk to him." "He's not allowed to address a member of my harem first, so if you don't initiate, he won't either." Sirius, The Lord of the South. One of the bastards that thinks it's okay to drag people out of their homes, murder their families and send them as "gifts" like they are some objects you can play with.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

"She's fine, the wound isn't too bad. Just don't let her walk for a few days, wait for the wound to dry up." Oliver nodded in understanding, his eyes looking straight at Sophia who was at home in her dreams. “By the way who is this girl, Oliver?” “She's my personal maid, Harry.” “What!” Harry almost shouted, but he quickly covered his own mouth with his hand. A personal maid? Isn't this girl too young to be a servant? “Let's talk outside.” Doctor Harry was one of Oliver's friends, they had been friends since childhood. Harry was 3 years older than Oliver. Their friendship had lasted for a long time. Harry already considered Oliver as his brother. Moreover, Harry has worked for Oliver's famil

Harry thought his brother was safe and sound in another pack, training so that he would one day pass on his knowledge to the other pack members. Instead, he'd been sent to an asylum just for opening up and saying the truth. Sir Smith made a poor decision at the time, and his boys paid for it. Jeremy with his life and Harry with his heart It was an endless cycle. One that hurts time and time again. "Since you two are so incessantly showing you love your kids equally, why not hold a little contest?” Sir Smith suggests and Harry narrows his eyes at his father, trying to figure out the ploy that the man is on, but he has on a genuine expression.