Harry Potter Torrid の小説・ストーリー

He was the one who had tried to force himself on me that time! He was Anna's colleague! Dominic Lowe! "What do you mean the first time?" Jack sensed something was wrong and quickly asked. "I had my eyes on her for a long time. I asked Anna to give me a chance, but this bitch didn’t do anything after taking my money! Such a great opportunity! In the end, I could only rely on myself! The only regret was that last time, Laura was pregnant, so having sex with her wasn’t as comfortable." Dominic even seemed like he hadn’t had enough.

"What?! But... But..." I said in response. I became speechless after hearing that from old Magritte. Why?! Why me?! Why would Henry sleep with me at that kind of period of time? Why at the midnight of Halloween? Why so? Didn't he know the kind of a place that we live in?! Isn't he aware of all the sayings of the oldies of the town? But then again... Why is anything happening to Henry? Why am I the only one seeing evil things and he sees nothing.

Eric raised his eyebrows and said, "Just wait for Small Hand to come up here. I will directly instruct him!" *** Harry finally regained consciousness while lying in the janitor's break room. Besides him at this moment was Terry. He was still unconscious because the aphrodisiac of the other two aphrodisiac bottles was too strong. The wound on his body hurt, but seeing the person he loved suffering like this, Harry felt even more uncomfortable. "Terry! Are you alright?" Harry asked urgently. "Hot... so hot!" said Terry miserably. Harry saw that and opened his blanket slightly. Originally, Terry had no clothes on him, so his skin appeared like jade. Seeing the body of the one you like at this c

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

I looked again and it was gone. Mad! I am completely going mad! " I swear, she is a witch!" I muttered slowly to myself and got down from the bonet, smiling at my silly thoughts. HARRY'S POV "Ahhhh!" I was thursting inside the girl, I brought home from club tonight. It felt so good, while I was near climax, when my phone ringed. I decided to ignore it, getting lost in pleasure thrusting faster, but then my eyes opened wide, hearing the ringtone "Who let the dogs out" playing. It was the ringtone, I saved for Boss's call.

“Much. I could use some of your whiskey, however, and I refuse to be seen in public with your princely pet again unless you accompany him to keep him on a leash.” “I thought it was funny,” Harry pouted. “I will offer your sexual services to someone equally as repulsive, and you can spend the night being breathed on and pawed by an amorous stinking drunk who thinks that they have a right to do so because I have agreed to let them have you behind your back. You can have them whisper lewd things into your ear overly loud whilst pressing you into a wall, knowing that whilst you could toss them across the room and through the window, doing so would give away that your family is not as human as th

Harry enraged but slowly told Jack. " It will take five minutes. " He said and went with him. The girl didn't move an inch. The room was spinning. I rested my head on his chest, " Hey! You okay, Love. " Harry whispered, curling his arm around my waist. I was looking at that girl, " I don't know. " I whispered. I was feeling worse. ' I've already seen the hell of this world in that club. This is another kind of torture. '

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

asked Harry as nothing happened, he is so cool about that but Arria is getting more and more irritated, but she took a long sigh and asked, "did you rape her?" "I did, what that Allen did to my Anna, she loves to see others in pain and now, I gave her, what she wants and at the same time, what she made my Anna feels like," Harry said without even looking at Arria, he is only looking at his laptop screen.

he whispered, each word a razor against my skin. “And what if I want to?” I breathed. His thumb brushed across my lips, smearing the lipstick. “You don’t decide that, Isha,” he said, voice darkening. I felt heat coil in my stomach, something primal and terrifying. “When I take you,” he continued, slow and deliberate, “it will be when I decide to. You’re about to be tortured more than you ever imagined.” The words were ice and fire, possession and promise. I reached for his belt, reckless.