Harry Potter Harem Star Wars Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

"We can go after we celebrate their engagement." "Then will you wear a Slytherin uniform I brought for you for this trip?" I shift in my seat and peek over. "You brought a Harry Potter costume for this trip." "What? I brought my Gryffindor uniform. We are going to act a forbidden romance between the two houses." "Oh gross," Liam gagged next to him, making Lily giggle. "No one wants to hear that, bro." "Sometimes I feel like Mom had dropped him secretly without Dad and I noticing," Rex whispers, making me laugh.

She settles onto the Queen sized bed completely drained pulling the duvet over herself , she slowly drifts into sleep . **** The soft breeze blows Harry's hair, he picks the elastic band on the lamp stand and packs his wavy shoulder long length hair . He smiles on seeing the beautiful soft hands wrapped around his waist. “ Are you still going to get married to that rude bitch ? ” Anne asks Harry her naughty lover . Her lips pressed firmly against each other dreading his reply. She loves him and he loves her also but Harry was not a man any woman could trust . “ Do you think I will do away with a precious pearl for a stone ? ” Harry replies in a shady manner as usual

I grabbed her other hand and settled in for a dual marathon event: Harry Potter movies and the winner of the Waiting Game. Damn, I'm glad she crashed into Thane.

Harry whispered in a husky voice, “You are so tight, honey. Aren't you crazy about wanting me now? “You are bullying me…” Emma's tears fell down her blushing face, “Do you believe I will hate you?” Harry's heart suddenly tightened. Thinking of the scene of Charles holding her in his arms this afternoon, he continued to thrust himself inside her frantically, making her moan continuously. Tonight would definitely be a night of both passion and torment. She didn't like him anyway, it didn't matter if she hated him anymore.

XANDRIA'S POV I sat on my couch, running my hand through my hair as if my brush wasn't worthy. Ha! Yeah right. I was just too lazy to go into the bathroom and brush it myself. Ice cream was beside me on the table, my sweatpants fit loosely around my waist, and my loose shirt was on my torso like a blanket. I sighed, turning on the TV and finding that Harry Potter was on. Hey! Professor Lupin was a werewolf. Umm... A pretty ugly and fake werewolf.

He’s full of it, he loves the chase. It isn’t as though we haven’t bedded a female since we woke, there’s no way I could go totally without. Far too many unmated at the Shadow Warriors headquarters are sex addicts. But, we have had to scale back much more than either of us would like. I do miss the thrill of the chase. “You’re giving me a five out of five? But I suck at this,” Harlow whispers, as her emerald green eyes look up at me. I give her a small nod and press my lips together.

(Author's POV.) In the Tyranny Pack "You're mine, really mine, my Hirre," Severus was holding Hirre, enjoying the familiar scent of her body, he was going to have his Luna completely today. "Mmm... ha..." Hirre, who was being held by the real mate in his arms, was also moved with emotion, and she had already been wet to the bone. It was Severus who had just carried her back, and if the ceremony hadn't been so crowded, she was sure Severus would have fucked her right there.

“I hope you had nothing to do with this.” “Absolutely not!” he snapped. “I’m not as foolish as the others, starting a war just for pride! And there’s no way I would order anyone to hurt my daughter!” I pouted. “Good, then. Now let’s gather all the Moon Dust warriors and see if my theory is correct.” Although Harry looked unhappy about being ordered around, he had no choice but to comply. He called the warriors—using the mind link, of course—and soon enough, those werewolves began arriving at the headquarters from all directions.

ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.

I know, but I want to gauge his feel for war. “It will start a war between the packs. A war we couldn’t survive…” Harmon says defeatedly. “IF I was mated to anyone else BUT YOU!” Ari shouts as if pointing out something even I didn’t realize. Harmon’s eyes lit up in realization. A grin, or smile, or smirk, or something more sinister crosses his face. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like! Love it? Write me a review!