Harry Pop Tart Novels & Stories

"Okay, Mama. All for my wife." Harry quickly entered the pharmacy. "Can I help you, Sir?' "Test Pack." "Wow, you want to get children, sir. The maid in front of him tried to tease him. Harry who heard the servant's teasing was silent. “Twenty-five thousand, sir. Harry immediately took out his fifties. Without waiting for the change, he immediately went to his car and directed the car along the road to his house looking for a vegetable salad seller. After a few minutes, he found a street vendor selling vegetable salad. Asking for a pack

Putting a light skip into my step, I glanced over my shoulder at Noah as I said as light-heartedly as I could manage, “I’m starving. Let’s raid the kitchen.” “Oh! Oh!” she excitedly said. “There’s this really cute breakfast place near Oscar’s house. It’s called… are you ready? Harry’s Breakfast Place and, yes, it’s owned by none other than Harry himself. Isn’t that a hoot? It’s not very imaginative and even less to look at, but the food is fantastic. Anyway, we went there and I grabbed you some blueberry pancakes and bacon.” “Yum,” I said with genuine appreciation.

he said, stepping forward. I gazed at him signing deeply. I knew he wouldn't leave. “Alright,” I agreed. A few minutes later I caught a figure leaning against the door. I turned to see who it was my heart jumping out of my chest as I saw Harry. He smirked. “I have never seen you cook” “yeah, I'm making apple pie” I responded. “Do you need any help with that?” “No “ I answered immediately, as I sliced apples. “It's okay”

I explained to Levy. "It's called tarte aux pommes. It's a classic French pastry, a shortcrust pastry with apples, sugar, and vanilla, always served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I think you'll like it." Levy winked at me. He's very charming. I put a piece of the tart with some ice cream in my mouth, and it was so good that I closed my eyes to savor it. It was sweet and refreshing, with an impressively subtle apple tartness. The apples were golden, almost melting they were so soft, perfectly complementing the crust, and the ice cream was the final touch that made this dessert perfect. When I opened my eyes again, Levy was staring at me intently, as if waiting for my verdict.

He was ready with Harry's loose shirt and baggy shorts. Harry rolled his eyes at Sarra's all-wearing appearance. "I'm tired of wearing tight clothes." He took an apple and wanted to bite it. Tsk Sarra could only gape at Harry, who suddenly grabbed his apple. The man took it to the sink to wash it. "Don't get used to it," Harry said, then handed the apple back to Sarra's hand. "What are you doing?" I pulled up a chair and watched Harry scoop flour into a bowl on the table.

She shook her bar rag at me and spun around, stomping her way back to the kitchen. A few minutes later she returned with two plates. Ground beef patties smothered in some kind of creamy sauce, and a mountain of crispy roasted potatoes and carrots. “Eat!” She snapped. “And then you take her home. I’ll have Sunny help me finish up.” Sunny was a teenage girl who lived nearby. She was too young to work in a tavern, but Poppy sometimes hired her to do odd jobs. “Yes ma’am.” While I was talking, Kevin had already started digging into the food. “You know I’m supposed to test it first!” I hissed under my breath.

"This is getting really weird. She keeps looking at you guys like she wants to eat you." "I need some air," I said suddenly, pushing back from the table. I couldn't sit there another minute under Mrs Hargrove's predatory gaze, watching her twist our most private thoughts into some macabre performance. Thomas stood immediately. "I'll come with you." "Me too," Louis added, already on his feet. Mrs Hargrove's voice cut through the dining hall. "Leaving so soon? But we haven't even served dessert. A special recipe, cherry tarts with almond cream. Lady Serenity's favourite, as I recall."

Reluctantly I stopped my hot tongues exploration of his sweet tasting mouth and moved slightly away allowing me to completely liberate him of his T-shirt and allow my captured dress to finally fall to my feet. He now bent his head down to me his hungry mouth seeking mine and finding it he pushed his tongue in deep and I sucked on it, my cunt now awash with fresh cunt fluids trickling down my leg, I almost laughed at the feel, one of Harry’s little jokes, when ever I reprimanded him on looking at a younger woman was that he just liked looking at younger woman but much preferred an older bird, as he was a firm believer that the older the hen the juicier the bird, going by the amount that had b

Trudy said as she headed for the door, closing it behind her as she left. Nathan reached down and pulled the large tray in between us. It was filled with bacon, waffles, berries, and a variety of waffle toppings. “So, lazy Sunday is served,” Nathan exclaimed, “No reason for us to get out of bed.” He grabbed the TV remote and brought up the first Harry Potter movie. “A Harry Potter marathon?” I smiled. “You do know the way to a woman’s heart.”

When I saw him walk in through the side entrance I ran after him like an idiot. "Mr. Hudson!" I had called out, holding the box like it was gold. "I'm your biggest fan from the farm! I made this strawberry tart special for you. It's fresh out of the oven… Go ahead and taste my pie. I promise it's warm, juicy, and I made it by hand this morning." The second the words left my mouth I wanted to die. My face went hot. I sounded like an idiot. But he had stopped, looked at me for a long second, then taken the tart and bitten into it right there in the lobby.