Harry Potter Stories Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

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"I still don't know how you made it to my room like a fucking ghost." She waved me off, the frying pan flailing about. "Oh Grealish, sometimes life's little mysteries are better left unsolved! Now, help me find the eggs, will you?" With overwhelming curiosity, and a hint of fear, I looked for the eggs. As I rummaged through drawers and cabinets, she continued to regale me with nonsensical stories about talking squirrels and time-traveling teapots. Frankly, I wasn't sure if I had stumbled into an alternate reality or if I had been possessed by a mischievous spirit. Or maybe she had been possessed by something malevolent.

She moaned so loudly that even a hotel staff cleaning outside could hear them. The staff became excited and tried to look through the keyhole as it was already night and chances of someone catching him was slim. He saw a couple going wild in bed together. He notices a beautiful woman who was Sunna completely naked getting smashed by her lover. He couldn't control himself but watch them through a keyhole. Then he went to the washroom and masterbate fantasising about Sunna 's hot body . He soon cummed.

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

And will their passionate love survive against all odds? Dear Teacher Introduction: Forbidden love story between History teacher Michael and his new student Jessica.... They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

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.