Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Short Stories

Before hugging them. And that someone, Tall. Broad. Dark hair longer than before. Beard thicker. Suit black as night. Shoulders so wide he filled the doorway. Zahar. He turned at the sound of footsteps. His gaze lifted. His eyes met mine. And the world stopped.

“About?” Mia’s cheeks warmed. She took a sip for courage. “About… how you always seem so sure. About girls. About what you want.” Harper tilted her head, studying her. The lamp beside the couch cast warm gold across her collarbones, the thin strap of her tank top slipping down one shoulder. “It’s not magic. You just pay attention. To what feels good. To what makes your pulse jump.” Mia swallowed. “I’ve never… paid attention. Not really.”

You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for. If you've been around since the beginning, you know this "short story" had a little identity crisis. It started as a quick idea, a little spark, and then it just... kept growing. Like a very polite, very well-dressed monster that just wouldn't stop eating my brain cells. And now, here we are, at the final page. This book is done! And I’m going to be honest with you about the ending, particularly that final chapter. I know some of you might be thinking, "Curvy, what gives? Where was the last-minute spice? The grand finale hookup?"

I'm part witch. When Bram's penis was almost touching me, I looked him in the eye and smirked. I said a quick spell that released me from the chains. When he tried to tackle me, I said another spell that made his penis feel like it was on fire. I quickly left while he rolled around on the floor, screaming. I connected with the bunnies just a few weeks after I left.

I say to her and she chuckles. “I love you to my Harry, always and forever.” The End! Hi lovelies, I hope you liked the story. I know it was a short, but I wasn’t expecting to write a story about our Wild Child. I am currently thinking of writing one for Lucky and Melody. But not sure as to when I will get round to doing them. They will both be standalone’s so please keep an eye out for future releases by me. As always, thank you for reading and sticking with me. Please comment, leave your reviews and drop some gems.

It means a great deal to me! ＊ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "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.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“I have a book I think you might enjoy." "What is it about?" I asked him curiously. "Most servants can't read. I usually read for them." "It's a book of short stories. Most are fairy tales- Half-fish people want to be full people. A princess trying to beat her pre-destined fate. Children who are abandoned in the woods try to find their way home. There are several stories within the book." "Sounds interesting," I replied, watching Bart rejoin us. I got up quickly to help him with the trays.