Harry Potter Mystique Fanfiction Lemon Novels & Stories

Frankie said with a frown. “Well, I’ll pick you up at four. Goodbye, Miss Lydia.” Jeffrey said with a more professional tone unlike before and drove off. Lydia waved him goodbye and walked into the fancy school with her friends. “You have to tell us all about Paris, Frankie.” Lydia asked excitedly. “I will but first, I have something for you.” Frankie said and took off her beautiful purse. She took out an expensive hairpin and gave it to Lydia. “Happy birthday, Lyly.”

Am I going insane now? "Goodbye, for now, my Luna. Our eclipse is still yet to come. That, I promise you," he said before turning into a large, grey wolf and running away from me. I touched my cheek where I can still feel his soft hands caressing it and closed my eyes because of the new feelings that he introduced me to. Both his eyes and touch bewildered me and I can't wait to meet him in the eclipse of ours that he told me.

"She’s got a pretty face, and I’ve got connections. I can make her a star. It’s a win-win. Nobody loses in this deal." He had done that sort of thing many times before, but his luck had run out this time. He had no idea what went wrong. Harry, though, was not as dense as his brother. Turning back to Landon, he asked nervously, "Mr. Landon, that woman… who is she?" Landon smiled slightly. "She’s my wife." A buzz rang in Harry’s ears, his vision went dark, and he collapsed back into his chair with a thud. Landon, on the other hand, calmly leaned back in his own chair, his expression unreadable as he watched Harry.

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

It was a joyous reminder of the love that had brought them to this very moment. His eyes met mine , and he could see a mixture of nerves and excitement in them. My hand trembled slightly as it rested in the crook of my pack leader, King Dairus's arm. Liam's smile widened, knowing that they were about to embark on a new chapter of their lives, bound by love and commitment.

“You think I’m asking.” Her smile sharpened. There it is. The leash he didn’t realize he had handed her. Desire. No man in history had ever carried it without eventually being led by it. For a heartbeat, she thought of Damian,of the intensity in his eyes when she pressed him to the wall of his own office, of Lydia’s quiet, simmering fire that refused to be extinguished. Her empire was fragile, balanced on lies, secrecy, and seduction. Samuel could tip it with a single reckless act. But not if she tied his hunger to her.

"Make her despise him. Make her run from him. Make it so that even if she sees him again, all she will feel is disgust, fear… regret." The mystic’s laughter deepened, a sound both sweet and menacing. "A bold request. But a satisfying one."* Something cold pressed into my hand. I looked down to see a small, glass dagger—thin, delicate, almost too beautiful to be real. The blade shone as if it were made of moonlight. "This is your key," the mystic whispered. "A single cut upon Raven’s skin, and her love will curdle into something foul. She will recoil from him, unable to bear his presence. She will see him not as a lover, but as a monster."

Hoping he'd be able to make me horny. For once. "You said you want us to make this work. Why are you not tearing off my pants?" He whispered. He tried slipping his hand into my shorts but I held his hand. "I... I am on vagina suppository. I took this uhhh ... Herbal tea for body slimming and it messed with my pH balance." I lied skillfully. "Oh." He jumped out of the bed without a second thought. So much for wanting me badly. Forcing a smile and a 'sorry', I sat up.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.