Novel & Cerita James Potter Fanfiction

Sirena panicked internally. “I can’t read minds, but I can read your face,” James said with a playful smile, making her look away. “Ugh… His charm is infuriating!” Sirena thought, focusing on her breakfast. “Wait a sec. I’m going to shower,” James said, standing. “Don’t even think about running off, unless you want me to cause a scene at your campus.” “Fine,” Sirena replied. “You’re adorable, my little tigress,” James said with a grin, leaving Sirena flustered.

“You don’t have a heart.” James snorts. “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Liam.” “She’s not going to date you, either. Just how did you see this going?” I ask, exasperated. “Easy. You drop her, and I come in and sweep her up. Her knight in shining armor,” James smiles. He’s insane. “You have lost your damn mind if you think that’s going to work.” I laugh. “She made her intentions clear. You think some knight in shining armor act is really going to work?”

James held me in his arms asking worried "Are you fine" I was unable to say anything but my impulse gave a way and I kissed him for quite a long time and I could not make out his reaction. Instead of taking advantage of me at such a moment, he pulled me apart and took me inside the tent and carefully put me down. I was unable to fall asleep so I unconsciously begin to mess up the tent with my magic. He was staring at me shocked of what was happening, I had completely lost myself and looking at him I pulled him closer with a quick snap of my fingers and wrapped my arms around his neck "James help me, I am not feeling good."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to rest." "Of course," James said, backing away slowly. "Rest up. But if you need anything...anything at all...you know where to find me." He grinned, his eyes wandering shamelessly over my body before he turned and loped off. A shudder of disgust rippled through me and I hurried into my hut, securing the entrance tightly. James' behavior was growing bolder and more inappropriate by the day. Ever since my father's death, he seemed to think there was a place for him at my side. But I would rather die than let that vile worm think he could ever be my partner.

James looked at Shannon, and said, "While you're waiting for your turn on Tony's warped weenie, I'd really like to see you take on Steve's BBC. I've fantasized about you sucking and fucking his fat black dick and it always makes me horny as hell!" "Really?" she replied. "You should have told me earlier, baby. I've fantasized about what Steve had under his shorts and what it would feel like in my mouth and stretching my cunt." Shannon slid off the bed and onto her knees, and went on talking to James, "I had the first part of my fantasy right with his size. Why don't you feed it to me and we'll see what else I got right?"

Or is it because you can't stop thinking about what I did to you in the art studio? The message read. Memories flashed in my head. Dirty memories. Me: You are stupid! I put my phone back down. Bzzzzzzttt… my phone again. James: I'm hungry. What nonsense. Aren't we all eating? What did he mean by he was hungry? Bzzzzzzttt… James: I want to see what’s under that skirt. James: I want to see your pussy. Right here and now. I swallowed hard, the syrup in my throat feeling like lead. I looked up, and James was taking a slow sip of orange juice, watching me over the rim of the glass with a look of pure, dark triumph.

Oh, God. -Did you tell Portia about the circus?- he asked angrily. - No, I haven't done anything. -I've explained this to you, Luna. I have! -He said angrily. -James, I didn't do anything! -she said, raising her voice. He looked at her in disbelief. His eyes filled with rage. -Don't yell at me! - Why you won't let Portia be a child, James? All you're doing is depriving her of things girls her age do.

Bailey called out, playfully punching his nephew's arm. Lancelot's cold gaze fell on his. "Yes brother." James was standing in front of him now. "You should come have a drink with me. In the club, bang some whores..." James paused for a while, feigning a thoughtful expression before his lips folded with pity. "Ouch. Forgive me brother. I seemed to have forgotten that you have decided to tie Bran's chosen mate to your bed..." The words rolled out of James's tongue with all the venom that had arranged the words in his head.

James's gaze followed her, landing on my face, and he jumped up in excitement. "It's really you! You've finally come back to see me!" Tears flooded from his eyes, and he couldn't bear to close them, afraid it might be just an illusion. I lifted Darriane in my arms and looked at him coldly. "I came to see how you'd die." James stumbled toward me, pleading desperately. "I really know what I did wrong. Please, give me one more chance. Let's not be apart anymore. Please." I ignored his words, only smiling as I looked at Darriane.