Harry Potter 1 Ebook Novels & Stories

But the alpha surprises me by letting go of my erection and withdrawing his fingers, cruelly interrupting my climax. "Easy, sweetheart. You're not going to come from my fingers. You'll do it with this," Harry says as he begins taking off his pants. Panting, I remain frozen on the grass, staring as Harry removes his clothes, revealing his large cock. It leaves me speechless. I know it's the first cock I've ever seen in my life, but it looks enormous. Is he really planning to put that inside me? "What's wrong, sweetheart? You look a little pale," Harry teases as he settles back on top of me.

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

The sound of the wheels rolling grew closer, but Arabella hesitated to greet him first. Harry was looking for a book. His hand stretched out, trying to reach one from the shelf, but he struggled. Usually, a bodyguard would always be by his side wherever he went, but today, he was alone. Feeling sorry for him, Arabella instinctively stepped closer. The cheerful girl immediately grabbed the book for Harry. This was her chance! She could get close to him naturally. “Here you go!” Arabella said with a sweet smile as she handed the book to him.

I pushed it open and slipped inside. The room was surprisingly small: a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a single window overlooking the moonlit forest. On the desk lay a leather-bound book—a journal. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The pages were aged and yellowed, filled with handwriting that shifted from neat to frantic, detailing dates, names, and places. Then, I discovered it. A drawing. A young girl, perhaps seven or eight, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a solemn expression. Beneath it, a name: Ella.

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

"Opposites attract, babe." Brooklyn glanced at Harry and bit her lip. "So they say," she murmured. "Have you read anymore of the book?" Harry asked and Brooklyn thought of the book that told her all about werewolves. "A bit," she lied. She had read every single page. "A bit?" Harry said with a smirk. "Fine, all of it," Brooklyn muttered. "And?" "Why are you asking questions when you're in my head?" Brooklyn asked. "Because I'm sure it won't be long before you block me out," Harry said.

Author Pov Harry inserted the key in the hole of the metal box and opened it only for his frown to deepen even more. He placed the box on the bed and took a seat beside it. Mehrmah left the room already but not before closing it. Harry had no idea what was in the box but he knew there is something which he needs to know even though somewhere inside him he didn't want to know what's inside it. He stared at the box filled with letters. He didn't want to read as it wasn't his but as soon as he decided to close the box he saw something.

I muttered, opening the first page. I needed to start working on myself so that I could erase all thoughts of Xavier’s sister from his memory. On the first page of the book was a table of content, showing all that was to be found in the book. I scrolled down from the introduction and jumped to “Casting your first spell.” I traced my finger on the dotted lines and found the page number. I opened the book and when I got to this page, I stopped. The name of the contact was boldly written in capital letters and it took the whole page. Opening to the next page, I found it’s content.

Mother Agnes says. "Okay," I say. I follow Mother Agnes to another room. Libby follows up, bringing the book. There is a table with candles and a black and purple cloth resting neatly on it. The three of us sit at the table. Libby scoots the book to Mother Agnes for her to open. Mother Agnes says something over the book in almost a whisper. The book opens. The book seems to take on a life of its own. The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page.

, he said chuckling. With that, all the sudden out of nowhere a book flew into his hand. A large heavy book, with green leather binding and encrusted jewels. “See for example, I have been reading the Potions of Lore - this book”, he said showing it to me.” You see, it came by itself. Now your turn”.