Harry Potter One Shots Novels & Stories

You have got to like host parties every other weekend and during the weekends especially on days like today which is kind of limited in school dormitories, having an apartment also means having a personal mailbox where random ladies do drop off several gifts, junks, gadgets and some even leave their phone number attached to sexy nude pictures themselves. Harry, who happens to be the captain of the team, is always the first to check the mailbox since he, unfortunately, doesn't have a string around his dick. Yeap that's right, Harry is a hopeless playboy and his favorite bragging line whenever he wants to spite or tease me for being faithful to my girlfriend from "I belong to everyone and belo

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

" The look in his eyes tells me he knows whatever I'm about to propose will break him. But he has no choice. I lean down to whisper in his ear, my words for him alone- not that there is anybody in the room with us, but so that he would understand better. "Did you know, Harry, that there are wolves so rare, so special, that their very existence is considered a myth?" Wolves whose blood carries the power of the moon itself? I just found out something… Alora…" I take a pause, raise up my head and look at him By the time I finish speaking, tears are streaming down his face. His face is so hilarious that it makes me burst into a wide laughter. I really would enjoy seeing Harry make a hard decisio

He took a somewhat worn-out wallet from the inner pocket of his black suit. In the wallet's lining was a yellowed photograph. In the photograph, I was fresh from my wolf awakening and was wearing a white dress. My eyes were shrunken up from smiling as I held a sunflower windmill. My background was the tree-lined path of the werewolf academy. It was taken on our first date. He kept it close to him but never admitted to me that he cared. He reached out his hand, covered in horribly scarred burns, to touch the inscription on the tombstone, but his fingertips trembled violently in mid-air.

After scanning the beautiful pieces from my car’s window, my eyes fell on a familiar figure and her unforgettable long wavy brown hair. “She’s the one.” I gasped and my heart skipped a beat. “Who is? Boss, what do you mean?” Jerome asked. “The lady I met in London at the Hart’s party. I’m certain she’s the one.”

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Lily said, urgently slipping her hands past the midthigh slit in her dress to hook her thumbs into her thong's band. Harry was obsessed with the thongs he knew she wore just for him. Always fucking just for him. She was pathetic. This was a married man who said he would get divorced half a million times in the last year. He was fucking her and her mom and she just let him. "Eyes on me, boy scout," Harry seethed, coiling the belt around his hands before pulling on both ends once more. "Don't fucking look at her."

“I rushed in here in and Scott tackled the guy that was chasing the little one outside. Another one grabbed the Misses while she screamed for me to grab the little one. I did but that’s when I got stabbed. I didn’t want to hurt her so I let her go when I fought the guy. She took off running and that’s when Onyx broke out of the barn and came running. Some of us got hurt avoiding him. He grabbed Little One and took off running. I last saw the Missus being injected with something by Ken before being knocked out. Sorry Boss.” “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Raziel shook his head and opened the door. “Show me, Onyx.” Onyx stopped neighing and looked at him. “Please, show us where they are.” R

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.