Novel & Cerita M Harry Potter

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

Jamison grab my hand and let me sit down on the bed that he previously rolling around. "You see brother we can't agree on what show a certain character appeared." Gabriel started. I furrow my eyebrow."Who?" "Aloysious Snuffleupagus." Jamison replied. Who? "He's in harry potter right?" Gab said. "No! I told you I heard that name in Star Wars!" Jamison rebut. "No way! He doesn't sound like from a scifi show!" Gab exclaimed. "He's the hairy one!" Jamison said dignantly. "That's chewbacca." I said.

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

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Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

and by saying that Harry got up from his seat, but he stopped on hearing Rajat’s next question. “You didn’t ask this girl’s name?” Rajat said on which Harry turned towards him with a smirk and said, “I’m the King of British Mafia don’t forget that,” and by saying that he left from there. Next-Day:- Harry came to his university; he was walking in the parking lot when he saw Sanjeev standing a little far from him and was talking to his class fellows. 1st Harry thought to talk to him, but later he thought what if he took it in a wrong way? So he just dropped that idea and stepped forward.

I watch with glee as blood the color of tar splatters everywhere. Without a thought, I move close to one of the hives and hover my hand over their bodies. The locusts move with my movements but do not attack. Curious, I try it several times with the same results. I’m so entranced by all of the death that I don’t realize Lucifer is behind me until he talks, “What the bloody hell is happening here?” Turning around, I look at him and sneer. I know that I shouldn’t be acting this way, but something inside me refuses to care. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the devil.”

She had figured out that could help kill the monster. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.