Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Hannah Abbott

Abraham's POV: These things...... changed so quickly. I fell on the ground. My black robe was soaked in blood. And a long bloodstain was drawn behind me. Hannah suddenly became extremely powerful. She broke free from the shackles of the altar and turned into a white wolf. Her fur was so white as if the brilliance of the Moon Goddess had fallen on her body. She was like a slaughter right now taking revenge on the Black Pack furiously. Nothing could stop her.

One girl, then another, as if he was testing how far he could fall before someone bothered to stop him. Damian was nowhere near him this time. It seemed he had finally washed his hands of Noah’s case, focusing instead on his own life. George and Harry, his close friends, drifted off like smoke. Without that anchor, Noah spun deeper, freefalling with nothing to catch him. And then came Hannah Brooks. She wasn’t like the rest. She couldn’t be lured with a smirk or an expensive jacket. Hannah was the student president of Arizona State University, and even I couldn’t deny her name carried more weight than half the faculty combined. She was respected, untouchable—the kind of woman who made men th

My head snapped up, and my breath caught in my throat when I saw who was standing there. It wasn’t Ember. Hannah stood just inside the room, her eyes narrowing as a sneer curled across her face. The torchlight caught the blade in her hand, making it glint ominously. “What’s this about Werewolves?” she hissed.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

Brandon says but I still won't budge. Eventually, I do and I watch someone named Harry and Ron riding a flying car and getting tangled up in a giant moving tree. Then there is this lady that's apparently the vice-principal and the head for a house called Griffindoor or something like that, what's her name Mrs McDonald's? I like her. Now and then we both laugh and I enjoy it when his chest rises and falls against my head. This is nice.

Intro: Hannah is obsessed with her hot math professor! Warnings: The book is written for your personal guilty pleasures and desires so if you don't like it just skip it. Hope you enjoy.... Hannah's P.O.V . My Name is Hannah Magurita Monre, and I've got this huge crush on my teacher I've always wanted Mr. Landon Patrick to take my virginity. It's like my long dream fantasy , I want my teacher to punch my V card I know this probably sounds cliche maybe like a novel or something but I don't really care.

“You have too many rules.” “I’m your mother. That is literally my job.” “When I have kids, I won’t have that many rules.” “Your kids is going to eat a battery before lunch.” “Uh... I’m not having kids because I’ll be busy being an artist.” Hannah finished tying the second pigtail, then held the mirror a little closer. Abby immediately broke into a huge smile. The two tiny pigtails stuck out from the sides of her short hair while her black bangs still covered part of her forehead, making her round little face look even smaller and, unfortunately, extremely adorable.

Sebatian POV. I have never found Haley to be anything but pleasant, but her attitude has changed recently. I knew she was envious of Hannah despite introducing her as my helpers neice she felt threatened by her presence. Hannah was a woman who didn't need to announce her family background or her wealth, she exuded elegance, femininity and power. Whereas Haley had insulted my helper to make Hannah feel low, advertently enhancing her status. I had asked Hannah to apologise to her as I genuinely cared for Haley and I did not like Hannah talking to her in a disrespectful manner. I didn't care how elegant or sophisticated she was, she belonged to the kind I despised and would never allow her to f

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

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