Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Redhead Friend

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"

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.

Scarlet didn't turn around but she snapped her head over her shoulder as she looked at him hard. "Can I know more about the twins? I don't understand the logic of how the boy looks like me and the girl looks like Harry my best friend." He said, expressing his confused state of mind. "Why don't you go ask your best friend what he fucking do to me that fateful night that you left me abandoned in that room," Scarlet snarled with a pained heart and she stormed out of the restaurant with her kids. "Harry did something to her?" Nicolas was lost as the realization started to hit his head.

I turned to see Harry calling me and gesturing me to go "Bye Joey" I said and stood up. I walked to Harry and he put his arm around my shoulder "Where are we going? Is it okay?" I asked to him "It's fine as long as we can get back to our original place Val" He smiled and ruffled my hair "Where are your friends?" I asked and he pointed to a group of friends and I saw Cassandra and Floren too. Cassandra is Rex's girlfriend and Floren is Troy's girlfriend which is they're in Harry's basketball team.

I had to make it out of that place alive, even if it meant needing his help. I heard footsteps as Sin approached, but as he drew close, it flabbergasted me to realise that apart from his seductive eyes and charming facial features; he was not the same Sin I had in my bed. His striking deep red hair reached down to his shoulders, enamouring me with a demonic charm. And on top of his head, I saw what seemed to be… horns? “Sin, you are...?”

“The girl that you’ve stolen of features, the girl you almost succeeded in killing, I want her, bring her here, to me. I will reward you with a price that you couldn’t resist,” “What do you mean? I’m not going to fall under your spell! I will not obey you!” “Really, that’s a sad story, because, you don’t have the right to disobey me,” the old hag pointed her finger to her and suddenly, Red started to feel something pricking inside her, churning and revolting, her stomach was rumbling and before she could fathom what was going on, she was throwing up vile fluid, black and sticky as tar. She emptied her stomach until she was heaving frantically and crying.

His wolves close in behind him—more muscle than brains. “You test my patience, prince,” he warns. “If you weren’t the king’s son…” I chuckle darkly. “If I wasn’t, you’d be kissing my feet trying to curry favor.” "What do you want?" Ryder growl lowly. I raise my voice. “I’m looking for a redhead woman. Pale skin and probably wounded. Have you seen anyone like that pass through?” Ryder stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Only rogues run through these woods. No one else. Certainly not a redhead.” His voice is too calm and smooth. I don’t trust it.

“Mostly read. Not really much else.” “Not much else, huh? I would say you would make a good fit as a model, you know?” I take another gulp of my own whiskey hoping to cool my libido. Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t work. She stares at me as though unsure if I’m joking. Probably should let up on the flirting, but that’s my best gift, after painting of course. I feel a sudden grip on my shoulder and whirl around, only to see Harry, my friend standing behind me, the lights behind him casting shadows across his face.

Huxley’s going with them, the redhead attached to his arm, so I guess that’s it. I’m sitting with my chair turned sideways, my back against the wall. I sigh, stretch out my legs and lift my feet onto the chair opposite, then carefully peel off my false eyelashes as they’re annoying me. I’m ashamed to say I made an extra effort on my appearance this evening, knowing he finds it harder to say no to me when I use my womanly wiles. Clearly, though, it was a waste of time. I finish off my whisky moodily. I’m never going to win over a redhead who’s obviously interested in some serious sex. “It’s a shame Mack didn’t make it tonight,” Victoria says, referring to one of our other closest friends. “I

The woman felt that the speaker was already beside her, clenching her shoulders. Ironically, her trembling body was stiff. Without her head moving, she glanced at her cold shoulders, eventually closing her eyes as the voice continued speaking. “Such a hypocrite. You have always loathed those who enjoy themselves, while you break your bones. Trying to earn money for your needy family.” The woman tried to move her head to ask help from the animals that accompanied her. But to her surprise, everything had become pitch-black. “Who are you trying to ask for help? The magical trees and animals that you saw? Your… Phantasm?”