Harry Potter Stories Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She chuckled, “Yes, that was where you and I met for the first time, at Brandon Parker’s birthday party.” “Hell no, no way!” He was scratching his head, desperately trying to resurrect the memories of that night. “You can’t be serious. How come I can’t remember seeing you there?” “It could be because you were drunk, extremely drunk. I was too. The previous day I had just learnt that my husband had impregnated another girl so to cheer me up, the girls took me on a trip to Dubai, they said we should get wasted and forget the drama…and wasted we got.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

"Look! My face is swollen because of that guy’s punch. I wanted to take you with me, but he hurriedly took you into his car." Harry fabricated the story, trying to tarnish Nicholas's name in Kimberly's eyes. He wanted to ruin the relationship between Kimberly and Nicholas. He was sure Nicholas was just pretending to be gay to get closer to Kimberly. Harry could see in Nicholas's eyes that he had feelings for Kimberly. Kimberly squinted her eyes, looking at Harry's swollen face. It was indeed a bruise, but she didn’t believe what Harry was saying. "There’s no way Nicholas kissed me." Kimberly shook her head. She didn’t remember anything, but she knew that couldn’t have happened.

She whimpered, gripping the fur like her life depended on it. Manny smacked her ass, hissing. “You'll take his cock like a good slut, remember?” She nodded, recalling her words from earlier. But Harry was fucking her way too intense. Her eyes snapped close as he pounded into her, the sound of his thighs hitting her ass resounded through the room. He wasn't gentle on her, his dick constantly hit against her the sweet sensitive spot in her pussy, driving her insane and wet for him. Penny had no idea this was just the beginning. The Hargrove brothers were insatiable and had a lot of dirty fantasies that she would have to fulfil.

That just earned me a chuckle as I got my phone to pair up with his Bluetooth in the car, within seconds the reading started. ‘Akarnae by Lynette Noni’ Starts up. “Wow this sounds like a Harry Potter story,” He told me, I smiled at him, “It sounds like it but it’s more a mixture of Lord of the rings and The Chronicles of Narda. Do you not like Harry Potter?” I asked, “No, but it’s kind of like that.” He starts laughing, “Kiddo it’s ok I know it’s not Harry Potter, but I do like your taste in stories.” He said, sounding happy, I smiled out the window making sure he doesn’t see that we could get along well if we like the same things.

"That's right! We want you to be an independent heroine of your own story!" "Madam, your loyal servant has finally arrived! Do you need an assistant? I can do anything, and whatever I can't, I'll learn. Please hire me!" "Harry said he wants to wear sibling outfits with you. Can't you grant his wish?" "I believe Harry will be a sister-obsessed man in the future. Just look at how eager he gets every time he's around Giselle. It's unbearable to watch." "I'm not the only one who noticed? He definitely has attention-seeker potential."

“I just wasn’t expecting to see an unexpected face around here.” Harry just chuckled and shrugged, dousing us with silence once more, save for the peaceful flow of the river. After a moment, he asked, “Do you want to hear our story? A story about a failed husband and father.” The look I gave him was an evaluating one, but he seemed almost completely sincere. A few beats passed before I nodded. “I would.” I was well aware that what he had to say would undoubtedly throw off my perception of everything I knew about him, but I held out only hope.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real