Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Reading The Books Harem

Sarah That’s it. I was dead. In a matter of minutes, I think I’d experienced every emotion possible. I’d gone from lonely, to horny, to happy, to hurt, to euphoric and now…dread. I’d done it again. This time I couldn’t say I was seduced. I’d asked for it, begged for it. And Oliver delivered. Oh God, did he deliver. He gave my body exactly what it was craving and more. He made me feel safe and cherished, like a precious doll.

His hips slammed hard, bruising my insides, and I'd moaned like the innocent girl he wanted me to be, even as I savoured the secret thrill of my betrayal. Uni awaited, a brief escape before the weekend pulled me back to Surrey. I needed this—needed the rush of another conquest to feed the hunger that Richard and Jake's possessiveness only stoked higher. My phone buzzed as the train pulled into the station: a message from Professor Hargrove, my literature lecturer. 'Office hours today. Come by if you need to discuss your essay.' I smirked, fingers flying over the keys. 'I'll be there. Got some ideas to bounce off you.'

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

While the library was filled with business books and self-help books, she was able to find some novels, albeit classics. Mary had stolen them, or more like borrowed them for a while, and she was in his room reading. And no, it wasn’t due to the fact that she missed Nicholas or just wanted to smell his scent. No. It was more because she found reading in his room better since it was bigger than hers and his bed was more comfortable. She lay on the bed, armed with a bowl of salted popcorn she had made early, as she flipped the pages of Harry Potter. Just close to her, on the nightstand, was the milkshake, which she would occasionally sip from.

Harry immediately withdrew his hand, sending the book almost falling as if no other figure had caught it. Lis and Harry stared at the figure of the girl who was staring at them both flatly. Lis immediately rolled her eyes in annoyance, she immediately looked at Kirey who had just come with annoyance. Without much questioning, she immediately took the books Harry was going to borrow. However, when she entered the titles of the books, Lis frowned. "I know you are a medical student Harry, why are you borrowing these history books?"

She had been here for almost three months and she had still not seen the whole house. After a refreshing bath. She went around the house. There were so many rooms. What did he need all of them for? He never had guests around. She finally found his library. It was enormous. She walked from shelf to shelf pulling out books and looking at covers and titles. Maybe she would find something she might like. She had no phone and it seemed like no one ever watched the TV. His books were mostly business and management. She did find a reasonable number of books on sex and male domination. Was obvious he was the BDSM type of person. Seemed she too had a secret kink for it. She even found all 7 volumes o

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synched. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied, still looking her up suspiciously.

Freya Rose I decided against mentioning the creepy guy with the dead flowers. Today was meant to be a celebration day. To be completely honest, I barely believed what I'd just seen myself. I mean, moments before, I had just been fantasizing about a future with Tristan. Us as a family with a bunch of our werewolf pups running around in the woods. Maybe my mind got a bit carried away, and made the whole thing up?