Harry Potter Opens A Bar Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Harry had a nominal kinship with the boss here as his godfather and son, despite that, even he dared not enter Room 888. “Are you deaf? Can’t you hear me?” Harry shouted as he strode forward and grabbed Darryl by his collar. ‘Haha, Jade the goddess is here, if I beat this punk’s ass it’ll show how mighty I am, right?’ thought Harry while he called out. Immediately, twenty over burly men rushed into Room 888. They were all bouncers at the Moonlit River Bar. “What’s wrong, Harry?” The burly men asked. Harry turned to look at Jade and laughed, “Miss Jade, how should I deal with this guy?”

Man, they were were as cold as ever, also hypnotizing as fuck. "Harry" His name dropped from my mouth in a whisper, and with the way he looked at me darkly, I just knew tonight was about to get insane. I'm gonna have to start drinking now.

she said. I closed the door without looking back. I teleported into the bar. Harry was nowhere in view. There were some women in his office. "He loves women, he’ll be doomed soon." I laughed. I waited for him at the entrance. The lady in the office had blonde hair just like the one Harry showed me on his phone. I took a step to go see her. Clear all doubts that Tristan has been breeding once and for all. I stood up from where I was seated; it was a bit far. When I got to the door. She was no longer there. "Could I have been hallucinating?"

The ‘bar’ was about two packs away and a damn long drive but I took it anyway, walking into the place with my head hung low as if the face cap wasn’t enough, so I could find the ‘final door’ as Francis described. It actually was a door with a tag on it that read “Final door.” and I opened it after the bouncer guarding asked what my name was, which I answered Magnus Shadowhunter, also Francis’ idea. No one could spot me here, ever. Maybe in the bar, sure. That was normal. Francis’ place was a three-leveled hell. The first one, a casual, normal bar setting to drink and talk shit. Second, the club, always noisy and sweaty. The third, well, was dirty. Several fucking rooms filled with people who

I quaffed the Love Potion in one go and stood where I was, holding my breath as I waited for something to change. Nothing happened. However, I didn't doubt the effect of the potion even for a moment. In my last life, what the potion had done to Jason was carved deep into my memory. Some changes were never meant to happen instantly. The cool air of the night slipped down through my collar, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself. Only then did I realize that I had been wearing nothing but a thin silk nightgown ever since I had opened my eyes in this new life.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

Maybe I should move back to the packhouse for the remainder of the time until her birthday. Colt slaps me on the back. "Thanks for coming guys, I'm sure Heleni will appreciate it." Harry has now resorted to fanning himself with his hand. "Is it very hot in here or what?" Colt frowns. "Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?" "Maybe he's been poisoned." I comment dryly. "Don't you have beer here or something?" Harry wants to know, more sweat beading on his forehead. "Of course, what kind of party do you think this is?" Colt chuckles and leads us to a makeshift bar in the next room.

The owner happened to be one of his friends from college. --- After parking his car, he walked into the club with his suit off, wearing only a white shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows. "You coming?" the bartender exclaimed when he saw Aiden sitting at the bartender's table. "The usual, yeah," Aiden said. "Okay," said the bartender named Louis. "Harry's upstairs, by the way." "He's early," Aiden said, accepting the glass Louis handed him. "Yeah, because there's new prey," Louis chuckled. "Letztes Ventil che wäre Vorstands Ein- Menschenhol

We arrive at the bar and from the way he looks at me, he’s concerned. “Thanks.” I said. Yeah, I probably need that because the moment that I entered the bar I feel like throwing up. I immediately spot Harry, not even a minute pass when he arrive here he’s already having fun together with his friends but what really threw me up is when he start to dance with a girl in a sexy manner. I gulp and bit my lips hard that I can taste blood. My breathing becomes heavy and I don’t know if I should go to them or will I just leave peacefully like I didn’t saw that happen? Like I didn’t witness all of this.