Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Mystique Fanfiction Lemon

His hand that was caressing her cheek slide to the back of her head as he pulled her head upwards a little so she could reach his level. Their wet eyelashes got intertwine making her blink a few times as he was too close. Their noses brushed against each other. Harry didn't for once blink while staring into her eyes. "Something in me hates but wants you at the same time. I don't know. I just don't know what is it? But I need you. And the thought of separating from you seems like a poisonous sweet drink that someone is forcing me to drink." "Which I don't want to." He leaned closer letting his lips slightly touch hers making her fist his wet shirt in anxiety.

Harry saw red and shot him. Jared is still alive and wants to speak to me. I will go and see him, but not yet. He can wait and think about what he and dad did to me. He can sweat it for all I care. I’m sitting in the clubhouse with the beautiful lump that is Mystique at my feet. I’ve grown to love this big cat. She is super sweet and we are kindred spirits. I am working tonight at Mommy’s Secret Cupboard. Harmony’s bar, much to Harry’s disapproval. He is so overprotective and I love him for it, but he needs to know I’m not made of glass.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

Electric pleasure shot through me and I arched into his touch. "Off," Harry commanded, tugging at my robes impatiently. "I need to see you." I let him slip the robes off my shoulders, revealing the skimpy red lace underneath. Harry's eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my nearly naked body. He reached out to trace the curve of my breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. "God, Hermione," he breathed. "You're perfect."

Leaning against the black marble fountain, surrounded by his entourage like a king with his court, was the kind of boy who didn’t need to announce his dominance—the world simply bent to his will. Damien Leclair. The name was already infamous. Halewood’s untouchable. Wealthy. Brilliant. Arrogant. Every rumor painted him as something between a genius and a devil, a man who could destroy you with one look. His sharp jawline, his tailored blazer—he didn’t wear the school uniform, he commanded it. And his eyes… God. They weren’t the usual hazel or brown or blue—they were storm-gray, cold and sharp, as though he’d swallowed thunderclouds. When they locked on me, just for a fleeting second, I felt

The room is bright with all sorts of amazing looking things , bottles with all different coloured potions swirling and bubbling sat in different shaped bottles along the far wall . The wall to our left is filled with all different types of old books on shelves . At the end of the room stood an altar with a huge old book opened on a page that when I looked was blank . Mama must have seen me frowning at the blank page , she walks over, puts an index finger on the page and old swirly writing appears . She smiles at the look of shock on my face . “Come let's get started , this is not going to be easy i hope you understand” I just nod and walk over to where Mystique is sitting on the floor on a r

Elizabeth I was happy to be in Harry's arms again. He felt familiar to home. Yet, I had a nagging feeling that he wasn't my home. It was incessant. When Harry and I kissed, my subconscious told me I shouldn't kiss him. That was wrong. I was working on my presentation in the study room when the bell rang. His company had arrived. I spent more than an hour working on a perfect presentation in the study room. I stood up to get some water but realized he didn't keep any other than liquor. I opened the door and discreetly went downstairs to the kitchen. I was on my way out when I met the most gorgeous dark pair of eyes staring at me. It was the lycan god earlier from the university. Something wit

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.

“I wasn’t fooling you, Drey. Not to be able to see you feels like something is stabbing my heart and it slowly kills me. I didn’t know what kind of spell you’ve tossed at me but I just wanted to be near you… always.” I took the comforter and placed it on top of me. I changed my seating position on the bed as I pinned my back straight on the headboard and hugged my knees. That was when he gently touched my hand. The unexplained electricity was there, spreading throughout my body and tickling my innermost veins. I did not and will never cast a spell on someone I truly loved. I’m not Juno. I’m not a witch… I mean, I’m not a deceitful mermaid, my mind screamed.