Harry Styles Pink Book Novels & Stories

she stuck out her pinky. “RIde or die.” I said hooking my pinky with hers as we had done since we were kids. Albert came flying back in the room with a large, old book in his hands. The book was big and thick, the leather on the outside was cracked and the pages had yellowed. He laid it on the coffee table with a thud. He opened the book and I could hear the spine of it cracking as he laid it flat. He flipped through the pages carefully, the musty smell of old books wafted into my nostrils. The pages looked to be made of some sort of old papyrus paper that had turned yellow and become brittle over the years. It was then that I noticed Albert was wearing gloves while handling the book. I won

PARENTHOOD. Parenthood?? Is he a parent to some kids? Or is he having a secret kid? Oh my gosh!!!!! The book was very old, the pages were also pale yellow. But the question was... Why he has a parenthood book? And that to the too old one. He could have bought a new edition. I flipped the pages and something from the book fell on the floor. I bent down and took it from the floor. It was a photo.. A photo of the female version of mighty Harold Kingston.

"Carol, please do as she said. Pack your stuffs and leave. There's nothing I can do." "But Sir..." "LEAVE." Harry orders and she's out of the office. I sit on his chair, feeling much bossy. It's so good to finally put that bitch in her place. What was she thinking? Trying to steal my man? "You like what you're doing, don't you, Mrs. Styles." He sits on the desk, pulling the chair closer to him. "Yes, I do." I turn my face away from him. "I forgot you were this jealous."

Henry uttered. "Am happy because of the party buddy"Seth replied and countinue checking out the cloth. Henry was bittered and hurt,"I love pinky but now my friend is also in love with her"he lamented in his mind still looking at Seth. He left to prepare for the party also. * * * * * Pinky paced around the room, searching for the dress she will wear to the party. "Noooo, this one is not good"she said bringing out more dress, after everything she finally get with a red short gown with black shoes.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu

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I quickly got Gatsby his kibble and some water. When the cat was happily eating, I turned my attention to Gabe. "What ya got there?" I sat on a barstool and swiveled closer to him. He glanced around sheepishly before heaving the book on the counter. Moments before I saw the cover up close, I'd imagined it to be a book from Professor Pops' Museum of the Supernatural, and worried Gabe stole it. No one was to touch those pages. Turned out the book was nothing mystical, just page after page of whimsical dresses by the designer Vera Wang.

Susan then put the book on the lectern and opened it to it's first page, calling Madam Pince closer, to her side. "The first pages contain the instructions of how to use the functions of the Book of Records. I suggest that you read it carefully later." Susan said, pointing the first pages from the book to Madam Pince. She then flipped the pages to the next ones, just after the instructions, that showed a list of names on it. Some of the names were written in dark green ink, while others were in grey ink. The first four names, all in grey ink, got Madam Pince attention when she read them.

This time I take a seat at the edge of her bed, now very interested in everything I'm seeing. Her school books hold nothing of any importance, except school things, her laptop is locked, and I have no access to it. Kissing my teeth, I get up. I make my way to leave when the pink book catches my attention. It's old, but has been laminated to preserve the color, or maybe the strength? I'm not sure but I lean over and grab it. There are unintelligible doodles written in them. I'm sure they're supposed to be words, but they're peculiarly stacked together in such a way that only the writer can decipher them.

Rebecca said. "I have never plaited any girl's hair outside my family," Richard revealed. "No boy has ever touched my hair, you are the first," Rebecca smiled. "Really?" Richard asked. "Yes Richard, although I will get punished for not plaiting the weekly hairstyle given by our teacher, I really like it," Rebecca responded. "Were you given a hairstyle? Why didn't you tell me?" Richard asked. "I thought you couldn't do it, but it I love this style," Rebecca announced.