Harry Potter Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry obviously didn't expect Olivia to know his name, his face immediately turned red, and he stammered: "Second... Olivia, how do you know my name is Lac Lac?" Olivia smiled and replied: “Because your name is always on the board, baby! Then I saw that everyone called you that, so I knew!” Harry mustered up his courage and asked, "Ah... Olivia, can we be friends later?" Olivia nodded: "Yes, of course!" Harry continued: "So can you give me your number? I want to call you!" Olivia smiled and took out a pen and paper to write down the number his phone to Harry. Harry received the piece of paper and immediately put it away in his pocket like hiding a treasure. Grainne, who was standing not far

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

Although she really wants to ask Oakley if he already finds out the person in charge, due to the rumors swirling online, she’s always afraid to get closer to Oakley. After all, what if that person is still around and takes photos of Oakley and her again? She can take such dares! At such a thought, she exhales and plops onto the sofa pitifully. Upon hearing Oakley’s words, Harry’s eyes flash with extreme disappointment. Although he is the first person to approach Oakley, Oakley completely controls and handles the scene. It feels like a wasted effort, just like punching a cotton ball.

Arthur was a monster, and he loved no one. “Not 98, not 99,” Harry says, wicked glee etched in his features. “You’re going to pick up every one of those, all 100. Make sure you count.” There’s no ‘or else’ as if the ultimatum is too horrible to say aloud. Ariadne wants to stand her ground, but the wolf inside knows she’s lost the fight. The Omega shrinks away, tensing and waiting for the pain. But it doesn’t come. Instead, Harry promptly leaves without a word.

I will teach her a lesson and make her a disgrace and a laughing stock. ‘Let's see if she can maintain her elegance when she starts to feel the effects of the drug.’ I stepped out and waited patiently for the right opportunity to put my plan into action. ~~~ ALEXA'S POV 30 minutes earlier, It was too late. I had already pushed the door open, and everyone was staring at me with curious gazes. I nearly facepalmed myself in embarrassment. Apart from Morgan and the woman, there were about 5 additional men, including Peter, seated at the table.

Alice POV Harry collapses next to me and I can’t help but to close my eyes while he looks at me. When I open them he is looking directly at me, into my soul. I am still breathing erratically trying to catch my breath. Harry was brutal today. I understand his needs and most of the times I actually enjoy his sexual preferences. I never thought I would. But this time my body is aching. I cried during his penetration but I can’t lie, it was very pleasing in a weird kinky way. The pain he made me feel at the exact same time he gave me extreme pleasure made my walls collapse around him and give in. My body is his to do as he pleases and if this is what he wants from me I will happily give it to hi

The young virgin felt his manhood throb and pulsate, aching harder than he'd ever felt before. And all he had to do was divert his eyes, if even for a moment... and after a few moments more, he did try this strategy. But it too was met with abject failure! For right there, where his eyes did wander to the very lovely derriere of Nicole's own stepdaughter, his girlfriend Gwen! She was packing a fantastic booty herself. The two women pretending to stand there so innocently... looking at the clothes and making idle jokes. Harry knew better! They were intentionally teasing him. Their two asses, so pert and tempting. The fanciful lad imagined watching Nicole strip down her jeans, exposing a beaut

“Tell me exactly what you are talking about. The details, I want to hear all of it.” Harry folded his arms across his chest as Kael popped his button, exposing his chest. Blond streaks of hair peeled out and glinted against the dim light. “Leoric called to her. I smelt her too, it was…the scent on her was faint, too faint, I almost couldn’t perceive it. It was like she is an-” “Omega.” Harry completed for Kael. Kael nodded. He intentionally left out the part where he was almost suffocated from her scent when she was far away but lost it when she was near. He didn’t understand it yet so he didn’t know how to explain it.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.