Novel & Cerita Harry Potter And Kara Kent Fanfiction

Kara continued with a watery smile. “Nine months later I gave birth to two beautiful babies, Netta, a beautiful baby girl with molten gold eyes the same color as the figure that beckoned me. And Akoma My baby boy, the splitting image of my mate, My Mate, who burned down the trees,” Kara smiled at me sadly, her face twisted with a grimace as she recalls her story. “As the trees burned,” Kara whispers to me “Netta screamed as if she was in pain, I knew right then what my daughter’s destiny was,”

Kara fanned herself in a dramatic gesture. "And what happened next?" Hailey pressed on. She was already forced to believe that Kendrick had actually listened, from her friend's gestures. Kara didn't appear to be making things up. But she still had a bad feeling. She feared what the girl would say next. Even her heart was still thumping in fear. "Well, after listening to me." Kara continued. "He nodded. Oh, God. Being so close to him, Hailey. He even smelt so good. I felt I was in heaven..."

She had long blonde hair and wore a pink dress with embroidered flowers. "This is a library! Not a combat arena!" she cried out, closing the book she had in her hands with a snap. She looked at Scarlett's swords and sneered at her. "Who do you think you are to barge in here, and-" "I'm a Karaina. Do you want me to set the whole place on fire?! Because I will if you keep shushing me," Scarlett said. When she began to walk towards the girl, Marcellus grabbed her by the arm. The girl's eyes widened when she saw Marcellus. Clearly, she wasn't aware of the friendly resident Hova in the castle.

Seeing that no one was going to help her, Kara ran from the vicinity and tied a strand of tree leaves around her hand to prevent the poison from spreading. But there was only so much a lady like herself could do. She passed out and a kind Samaritan helped her. Felix sighed and flipped the page once again. At least, she didn't die so soon. He looked across of him and felt a bit content seeing the little girl, Sasha read. She was grinning stupidly and he guessed she was reading a 'romantic' scene. He wanted to yell that she shouldn't fall for it as love wasn't real but he realized, that was only his experience.

**** When we pull up in front of my building, I unbuckle my helmet and hand it over. "Thank you," I say. "For the ride. And for..." I don't know how to finish that sentence. "Don't thank me," Harry says. "I didn't do anything." "You were honest at least. You’re an asshole but an honest one.” "Sometimes the truth sucks." "Yeah." I took off his jacket and placed it on the seat. "I should go." "Caroline." I turn back to look at him. “Get some sleep, Princess. Tears would do you no good.”

Every thought and feeling was etched onto that soft, expressive face. I’m gonna enjoying fucking her. The brunette will be delicious every which way. She’s gonna love it too. It was picture perfect: seeing the pleasure take over that soft, supple form and rip through her entire body like a sound wave. And after another nervous glance at us, Kara went back to the Helena-mandated clipboard. Nervously, she tucked a lock of her curly brown hair behind her ear. The blush on her cheeks and the way her eyes darted told a different story.

His eyes, dark and hooded with desire, bore into hers, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re fucking hot when you’re in action, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I can’t help but imagine you battling me in bed.” Kaira’s cheeks flushed, his words sending a wave of heat coursing through her. “Let’s go home and finish what we started,” he added, his tone laced with promise as he turned his gaze back to the front and started the car. The drive back was filled with tension, her mind bouncing between excitement and unease. By the time they pulled up to the house, Kaira’s heart was pounding, bracing herself for whatever was about to come.

I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed my cup, already in a better mood to continue with my drink. Few seconds later, my mood went sour again when Cara suddenly appeared from nowhere to sit on the right arm of the chair Harry was sitting on and she didn't stop there, she grabbed a side of his face and attempted to kiss him on his lips but somehow, her lips had connected with Harry's cheek instead. My face went slack instantly. I mean why can't she even sit on the other chair? Cara's intentions were pretty clear with the way she flirted with him, trying to get touchy with him.

How would it feel when I’m finally buried deep inside of her, my fangs on her neck, taking a sip of her blood while fucking her crazy. The buldge in between my legs were starting to get bigger, I was getting aroused. “But my king, Kara said the woman has to be a witch, did you feel anything from her?” “No, she is a human“ I sighed, running my fingers through my hair- I was surprised too. “A human?but how?” “I do not know, Peter”. I said and walked to the window. Kara is my relative, she is a witch. she has been helping me find my cure ever since she finished her witchcraft training, and the most she could do was lace my chains with powerful spells so I cannot get loose when I am in my feral

She lets out a few short breaths and turns on her heel. Headed straight for the door, she leaves the air hissing behind her. "Bye, President Carrington," Jack calls. Silence. Kara's POV: He's caressing my curls, and although I usually hate anyone's hands in my hair, his are welcomed. "Mmm, your hands are so soft." I squish my head farther into the inside of his elbow. This is bliss, pure bliss. Sadly, we have to go back into society tomorrow, and pretend that we don't enjoy this or each other as much as we do. That thought is depressing... like truly depressing.