Harry Potter Wanted Novels & Stories

Alex Russo always got what he wanted, one way or another. And right now, apparently, what he wanted was me. God help us both. ***

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

"If it's as good as you make it sound." And just like that, Jack had what he wanted but he didn't feel like he'd won anything, didn't feel like he'd accomplished much. She had been easy to convince and would probably be easier to marry. That was exactly what he had hoped for when he set out to find the perfect partner for his business arrangement but he wasn't sure why he wasn't satisfied when it looked like he had gotten what he wanted.

Aaron answered, and I couldn’t hide the disappointed sigh that escaped my lips as I felt a headache creep onto my skull. Whoever this Connor was, I wouldn’t stop until I took him down no matter how dangerous he was.

"Call a price. I'll settle you, and you let me go." Harry scoffed, tilting his head as if he was actually considering it. Then, he let out a low chuckle. "You think this is about money?" He took another step closer, the gun now pointed directly at Adrian’s chest. "I don’t need your damn money, Adrian. What I want… you can’t buy." Adrian’s throat bobbed. His hands twitched at his sides. "Then what the hell do you want?" Harry smirked. "To watch you beg."

He just wishes nothing that could tick his beast would happen. __________________________________ The next will be updated soon. Keep on liking and commenting Till the next adios

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

+ "So why?" "Harry is going crazy looking for you. He wants to talk to you and has hired a dozen investigators. He might even have a better one than the one I hired. You have nowhere to go; he will find you sooner or later." "What? What does he want from me? I don't care anymore if his mother is the mastermind behind all this. I don't want to know anything at all. I've suffered too much already. I don't want to see him; I'm better off this way. Why should I deceive myself? Why do I have to make false hopes for myself? No, I don't want to go back, and especially not with him."

It didn’t sound like the person I wanted right now. “Now,” he continued, unaware of the war raging in my head. “Come closer. I want you to open my zipper.” And suddenly, I knew exactly what he wanted me to do with certainty. I stared up at him, locking eyes with him. “What?” “Stop acting like you’re so scared, like you care,” he said sharply. “You’ve done worse, haven’t you? Come on.....” My hands trembled as I moved closer, my fingers brushing against the rough metal of his zipper. Slowly, I pulled it down.