J K Rowling First Book Novels & Stories

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

"Definitely. She has a book tour upcoming but I'm pretty sure she will squeeze you in her schedule." I had all the support I needed to publish my new book. It was different from the adult books that I published before. I decided to publish an adventure about teen wizards. There was still romance on it but it's more on the character development and how they discover the supernatural world and navigate their relationships, power and life as a whole. It is a series of seven books and the first one just came out a month ago and it was selling like hot potatoes. "I have to say that I never expected that you will agree to do a live interview. I mean, you hated interviews of any sort." Claire state

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

“I do. I’ve seen the movies and read the books, because I know you’re going to ask.” The smile comes back to her face, but it’s not the same one as before. I’m back to feeling like a jerk and am getting afraid it might be too late. We just had sex—twice—and I’m acting like none of it mattered. If only she knew how much it did. How much it always has. “They’re modern classics.” “Yeah, they are. Obviously, I’m a fan.” “I got sorted into Ravenclaw. I did the quiz online.” “I got Gryffindor.”

Ruin mutual, claim inevitable. Dawn cracked, horizon fractured gold as engines whirred to a restart, Chicago tarmac gleaming wet below. Kenji dressed first—bespoke reformed armor, but his hand lingered, spine trace absent shiver. I rose queen-slow, suiting jewel power, hazel dissecting the new weight between us—submission not surrender, but edge shared. Aunt's marriage ploy dust; his two-year stalk confessed venom turned aphrodisiac. Jet bedroom reeked sex musk promise, ties discarded drawer like shed skins.

Heaven did not send armies first. It sent light. It began at dawn. The kind of dawn that feels wrong before you know why. The sun rose too bright. Too white. Shadows vanished entirely from the city streets. Church bells began ringing without human hands touching them. Priests across the capital fell to their knees in confusion. And in the highest tower of the castle, every window shattered outward at once. Lily felt it before she saw it. The golden fire inside her chest surged awake — not wild, not fearful.

“She prefers books. Keeps to herself mostly.” “She looks comfortable,” I replied. “That counts for something.” He nodded, then went back to talking with the others, and after a few more minutes, I found myself drifting toward her without really deciding to. She looked up when she noticed me approaching, her shoulders tensing slightly like she was bracing for an interruption. “Hey,” I said softly. “Is that Prisoner of Azkaban?” Her eyes lit up instantly, and she said, “Yes. It’s my favorite one.”

She was tall for her age, with dark hair and pale eyes and a face that was trying very hard to look bored. "So you're the half-blood," she said. "The one everyone keeps talking about." Lyra studied her. "I'm Lyra. And you are?" "Freya." The girl crossed her arms over her chest. "And I don't need training from someone who wasn't even born in this pack." The other young wolves shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between Lyra and Freya. They were waiting to see how Lyra would react. Waiting to see if she would lose her temper. Waiting to see if she would prove that she was as weak as Freya assumed.

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Caitlin Paine always dreaded her first day at a new school. There were the big things, like meeting new friends, the new teachers, learning new hallways. And there were the small things, like getting a new locker, the smell of a new place, the sounds it made. More than anything, she dreaded the stares. She felt that everyone in a new place always stared at her. All she wanted was anonymity. But it never seemed meant to be.