Harry Potter Lovely の小説・ストーリー

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I can sense my uneven heartbeat. I couldn’t move my eyes elsewhere because this particular girl had caught the attention it. She looked fabulous in that pink fluffy frock with two pins holding her copper locks back. The other girl was wearing a purple fluffy frock, the same as the girl in a pink frock, she had everything in purple while the first girl had everything in pink. The girl in purple looked at me and waved. I waved back and smiled. She took a step forward to come towards us but a woman, I suppose her mother stopped her from doing so.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

Charlotte pov Harper is a peculiar being . She has a bright personality and I thought it was nauseating but not anymore . She is just a nice person . Her long black hair falls down to her waist which I haven't stopped admiring . She has pretty brown doe eyes with beautiful rosy cheeks. She lifts her long floral dress and gets some cups from the cabinets on top . She isn't as skinny as the normal female werewolves. But she is quite slender. "I am so sorry for ruining your lunch , "she apologizes again . She places a plate on the counter as she talks.

"I personally think it's lovely." "Right." Harry was quiet for a moment, his eyes scanning his environment. He picked up this little snow globe I had on my desk and shook it, watching as the snowdrops shimmered around gracefully. "So..." He started, placing the globe back carefully on my desk. "...Dean." I gave him a look, "Yes? What about him?" "Nothing, just trying to see if he's a touchy subject." He shrugged lightly and then looked at me. "You two had quite the beautiful love story."

His eyes fell on the hand of his soul mate, resting on the arm of another, and a dull growl escaped from his throat. "Bonsoir (Good evening*)?" said Raphaël frowning at this stranger who seemed to want to tear his eyes. "Bonne soaR," replied Harry in a hostile manner. He took another step, closing the gap between them. Harry towered over everyone by a good head and made no effort to show his hatred for this miserable human who dared to touch his soul mate. He had no right to. She was his. She was the Moon Goddess' gift to him after all his years of hardship.

"Hi, Del. Where are you from? I've been looking for you since yesterday. Why did you disappear, huh?" Delmar was silent and just looked at Brisa with a sad look. For eighteen years of friendship, Brisa can read if now Delmar is not in good condition. Even though his best friend didn't say anything. "Wait a moment." Brisa stopped the person who was decorating her nails. Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems.

+ +HARRY+ Opening my eyes, a huge smile takes over my face as I feel the satisfaction of seeing her sleeping like the angel she is. Being close to her body gives me the opportunity to get closer to her, taking the form of a spoon. We have stayed on the couch.