Harry Potter Fanfiction Possessive Fleur Novels & Stories

The hilltop shimmered under the light of the full moon and there it was. A single bloom, pale as frost, glowing with silver veins. I reached out. Then, hand seized my wrist. I spun around, magic crackling at my fingertips. I turned turned to see Lucian. Of course it was Lucian. His grip tightened. “Have you lost your mind?” “I’m taking the flower,” I snapped. “You step any further, and you’ll die.” His voice was low, dangerous. “This is sacred ground. Forbidden even to warlocks.” “I don’t care.”

As Flora looked at me, startled, I said calmly, "I won't get in the way of your date. Goodbye." I was not sad. Flora was the one who had bought me those cartridges. The models were ruined, but I could always buy better ones. The locked diary was filled with the thoughts of a teenage boy, yet the dazzling girl in those memories was no longer the same. All that love had turned into something absurd. What was there left to cherish? In the days that followed, Flora did not come to talk to me. She was busy showing off her love with Sean. All of our friends knew how deeply she loved him.

"I don't care if he is your childhood friend or not. I don't want him touching you. You are mine, and mine alone." Luna nodded, "Alright I won't let him touch me, happy?" she asked and held his arms. Arthur's muscles relaxed a little as she nodded and agreed not to let Jacob touch her. He felt a flicker of satisfaction at her compliance, his possessive instincts somewhat soothed. "Yes," he replied, his voice still firm. "That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone."

Her expression shifted immediately, and she stepped toward me and quickly pulled my face toward hers. “You are such a flirt.” She said firmly. “You're really a snake, aren't you? I thought you were only good at painting, turns out you're an expert at taking possession on other's things, too.” “I'm not taking possession of him,” I smirked. “And he's not yours either. We both don't have the right to own him, Fleur. You might be forgetting about it.”

“Sienna, you’re still quite calm, huh? Who wouldn't know that Felicity, the eldest young lady of the Marlow family, is already back? You’re still in the mood to attend classes? Why don’t you hurry up and think of a way to ensure that Master Harry won't break off his engagement with you?!” Flora crossed her arms in front of her chest as she snorted lightly. “Miss Felicity is the young lady of one of the most dignified families in Isonbert! Furthermore, her father also wields great power as a custodian in Isonbert! You will suffer a horrible death if you dare to snatch Master Harry from her!” “Oh,” Sienna replied indifferently, then put on her backpack and walked out. Flora, who was completely

His arms held her tiny body near his massive ones even more as he devoured her lips to the fullest. From the time he had touched her in the village that night he was dying to taste her petal lips. He was dying to touch those pink lips and today her words drove him to the last limit of his possessiveness. He tried to control his desires but the moment she defended that dead human he was done. That was it for him. She needs to know who she belongs to! He fucking owns her! She's his! Solely, and completely only his! Fleur squeezed her eyes feeling light-headed. Werewolves are good at holding their breathing better than humans. That's why after feeling Fleur's breathing getting slower he relucta

Luke lifted my soaked golden hair, making 'spend the night' sound extremely suggestive. What do you want? I gestured in resignation. "You're good at using herbs, aren't you? I want you to give Henry some Enchanting Flowers." I frowned. Enchanting Flowers were pink flowers emitting an alluring fragrance containing a charm element, capable of arousing desire and emotions in humans. Not lethal, but it would certainly embarrass Henry. Sorry, I don't have the herb you mentioned. I replied with gestures. "Huh, then what do you have? If it satisfies me, I might let you go."

The texture of his scales leaves indents in my skin, and his breath forces his crib cage to go up and down. Draco flies near the Ghost but it is too late. The spell is starting to run out. I reach my hand out and grab the luna lily from Rosemary. I manage to take it, but the spell that froze her has stopped and she is now after me in her full angered spirit.

They were also talking about the potion Meg prepared, the one Dan and I found in her room that made Hunter and Jake addicted to her and blind to her wrongdoings. Yet, not far away, an old woman stood guarding two expensive designer bags that clearly didn't belong to her. I recognized Hunter's scent close, “Fleur, baby, come to my study. I need to show you something!" His face, voice, and tone had completely changed. With his hand on my lower back, we walked toward his office until I caught a bitter almond scent. He looked worried. I walked inside and saw a beautiful woman, older than me. I heard the door click shut behind me, and Hunter pressed close against my back, his hands steadying my w

She quickly race us back to the castle and laugh. The back of my neck prickles. The sudden jealousy I felt has come back. It is time for me to claim what is rightfully mine. I will fight for Luke no matter what. Getting off from the Limo, I glared at Fleur as she stood there, hair tied in a bun and her flawless skin gleaming. If I could only…