Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Short Stories

Erik, then, continued. "So, Mr. Potter, can you, please, tell us in your words what happened that took your friends and you into that little adventure?" Erik then waited patiently for the boy to start his tale. Mr. Potter managed to calm down, then took a deep breath and asked. "From the beginning?" "From the beginning." Erik replied to the boy, who took another deep breath and started to talk. "It all started a week before my eleventh birthday…" ((insert here the narrative of the book 'Larry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' from chapter 3, until after his talk with Dumbledore in the infirmary))

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

At the sight of them, I felt myself suck in a sharp breath and sway forward. "Ahem—! I know you guys have been married for less than 2 weeks but please remember that you both are still in company and this is still Pakistan—!" I heard some lady help me break out of my trance but it wasn't enough to help me get a grip on my senses. Without waiting to hear the end of their castigation, Hoor slipped out of my loosened hold with an excuse me, leaving me to stare after her momentarily, until I managed to get away too.

I was so engrossed that I didn't notice my annoying stepbrothers walking into my room. Not until someone tickled my side. "Jesus, what the fuck!" I practically launched off the bed. Ripping out my earbuds, I spun around to find all three of them standing in front of me. Towering over me. Like I was some sort of sacrificial lamb. "What's going on?" I asked, eyeing each of them suspiciously. "Let's play a game," Hans said, folding his arms across his chest. "What kind of game?" "Hide and seek."

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

Everything was shifting. I touched my face. Stranger's face. Safe face. The herbs worked. The magic worked. He shouldn't feel anything. But he did. I lay on the bed. Stared at the ceiling. Five years of planning. Two months of waiting. And now, one moment in a hallway changed everything. He felt something. He was watching. He was asking questions. And Serena was paying attention now too. Danger. On both sides. I should leave. Run. Disappear like my grandmother told me to if things went wrong.

The old Victorian house on the hill had always felt haunted by secrets. This summer, it held new ones. My cousin Mia and I were staying with Uncle Victor while our parents traveled through Europe. At 23 and 25, we told ourselves it was just practical—free rent, a quiet place to finish our grad school projects. But the moment Uncle Victor opened the door, shirt unbuttoned at the collar and that familiar hungry look in his eyes, we both knew the real reason we’d come.

~Daisy~ The morning the story breaks feels like the floor has dropped out from under me. I’m standing in my tiny kitchen in nothing but Aragorn’s oversized black hoodie, waiting for the kettle to whistle, when my phone starts vibrating across the counter like it’s possessed. One notification. Two. Ten. Twenty. I pick it up with damp fingers and the headline slams into me. ~~PRINCE ARAGORN’S MYSTERY WOMAN REVEALED: LOCAL FLOWER SHOP OWNER DAISY HARLOW CAPTURES THE HEIR’S HEART~~

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!