Harry Potter Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

The cherry lips moved a few times but could not make a complete sentence, “I… I don't… I…” “'I don’t' what?” Harry retorted, his eyes filled with triumph. Surely this little girl didn't remember anything from yesterday. With her personality, if she was able to win, she definitely wouldn't fall into a state of confusion and let herself be weak like this. Looking at her beautiful lips constantly opening and closing, Harry swallowed his saliva with a gulp. In his mind, he replayed last night's scene like a slow-motion movie, remembering when she pressed him on the sofa and forcibly kissed him. He wanted to tease her a bit.

A smile glints on my lips. *Hailey Randle, Keep Jay to yourself because Rizz is mine. If you ever come for my Rizz, I'll make you disappear.*

My hands, desperate and shaking, scrambled around, trying as hard as I could to cover myself in places where I hoped to hold onto even a shred of dignity, but they did little to nothing. “Stay back…” I whispered hoarsely, my voice cracking. “Don’t come any closer.” He didn’t stop. My body tensed, the instinct to fight rising but I was too weak to perform any defense spells so I cast the only spell my body could take at the time. I reached deep, clawing for any spark left in me, and my lips moved on instinct, the words coming out low “RI-ZE-LI" A faint shimmer of light flickered between us, weak and shaky, before fading into nothingness.

You are mine. Then she turned, her steps sharp and unyielding as she disappeared into the dark. The garden was silent again, but my chest still heaved as if I had ran miles. My hands were trembling, but I tried to hide it. Harry looked at me finally for a moment, I thought he might soften, or say something to reassure me, something to break the suffocating tension Headmistress Morwen had left behind. But he didn’t. Instead, he gave me a crooked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You see? She can’t touch me.”

“This is my hidden talent. I am a very famous secret keeper. I unlock the worldly secrets.” She showed Zivah the paper. It had seven entangled Ziggy lines that made absolutely no sense. Zivah blinked. “What is this?” “The road to Hogwarts.” Zivah the stupid drunk gasped. “You are a genius!” Athena nodded and grinned. In the video you could hear Evan, Seb and Calvin snickering and giggling softly. I patted my chest to stop laughing. “Damn Athena, I like the drunk you.” Athena sipped the last of her coffee. “I don’t like you either way.”

Last night, she had looked desirable with her bazookas but now, looking at the tit-flesh that had turned him on before;he felt like gagging. ‘Can’t a guy have some peace and quiet, whaddya want ?’, he whined and sat up to look at Violet, Chrysanthemum or whatever her name was with disinterested eyes. ‘Ain’t you itching for some lovely loving now, I’m in the mood’ she purred reaching for his zipper but he brushed her hand off and said ‘You are, I ain’t’. Undaunted painted nails laced his chest , ‘But, Harry………

''Darling if you were all of those things all at once you would be flat on your face but it's a good thing you are so strong and big and brave'' Riz replied sweetly arching a perfect shoulder, everything about her was so perfect it brought out all her own imperfections. Her hair was a wet and tangled nightmare, her shirt a ragged torn affair ripped from shoulder to cuff where Sikorra's rotten wooden sword had snagged the previous night and there was an ugly purple bruise peeking from the left hip of her trousers, the sun had sent a merciless scattering of freckles to dot her nose and cheeks, meanwhile Riz who she had been sparring with since dawn was as clean and put together as if she had j

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

His eyes fell on the hand of his soul mate, resting on the arm of another, and a dull growl escaped from his throat. "Bonsoir (Good evening*)?" said Raphaël frowning at this stranger who seemed to want to tear his eyes. "Bonne soaR," replied Harry in a hostile manner. He took another step, closing the gap between them. Harry towered over everyone by a good head and made no effort to show his hatred for this miserable human who dared to touch his soul mate. He had no right to. She was his. She was the Moon Goddess' gift to him after all his years of hardship.