Potter Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Leondre's POV We have been in the Silver Moon pack for days, during which Potter has tried twice to kill Rhea Alveraz. First was food poisoning, and the other was when he sent someone to stab her; both times, she survived. The Alpha council discussed the issue and decided that they should duel for the leadership position. Initially, we wanted Rhea to leave the pack and join the royal pack, given her mated status to Dan. Still, she's adamant about not leaving her father's pack and getting it back from the clutches of Juan Potter. After a thorough investigation, we discovered that Alpha Potter mistreats members and denies services to long-standing members of the pack, accusing them of disloyal

The first fan, a shy college student in a floral dress, stepped forward with trembling hands. “I loved Meow Me Twice so much,” she said, voice wavering. “The way the hero saw her for who she really was… it just felt real. Was it based on anyone?” I laughed, feeling the warmth creep up my neck. “Maybe a little.” Ace, lurking in the back by the coffee cart, caught my eye right as someone whispered, “That’s him, isn’t it?” I tried to play it cool, but his grin gave us away. Every time someone mentioned “the muse” or asked about “the firefighter inspiration,” he pretended to check his phone, though I could see the faint red on his ears even from across the room.

luna begins to hyperventilate because the memories are flooding back *Flash back* Cara types furiously on her phone, she hit sends on her gram story! Luna opens her phone to check her messages and she received 15 text messages some said " FUCKING WHORE" SHE SO UGLY SHE HAS TO FUCK A MAN TO GET TO THE TOP"as she reads the messages she sees "Carmen is typing" Luna texts Luz "Luz help me someone started a rumor did you it? Carmen is typing she saw it I am crying help me"

I begged when the vibrator reached my lower belly. “Please what, doll?” Just from his intonation, I knew he was smirking, and I had the sudden urge to punch him in the face. “Please, stop it?” He killed the buzzing and moved it away, making me cry out from the lack of sensation. “Maybe I was wrong, after all, and you are not a magical creature.”He moved away, and I whined.“Should we try with the next thing?” He turned on another kind of buzzing. “Maybe you’ll like that one more.”I felt the device touch the skin under my breast, and I immediately knew it was my satisfier. I moaned, arching my back. If he just let it stay on my nipple for a bit . . . but he didn’t, and after circling both of m

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

I almost laughed the words out. "You know there is only one way to shut me up, baby." I smacked his chest, laughing. "This is the reason William almost broke up with me last fall. Shut your pothole." He shrugged, his expression turning almost serious as he looked at me through those thick, long lashes I had always envied. "I mean, I am single now, so we could hook up. As long as you make those chocolate cookies all day, I am fine waking up all night to hear you talk about Pokémon."

He curtly replied that he was waiting for his friends to arrive. Meanwhile, Becca was busy writing on her laptop. She loved reading and writing. She was working on her first novel, which contained a romance between a Lycan and a human. She loved writing fantasy and paranormal romance, the werewolf story being the first novel in a series she had plotted out over the summer. She was writing the last few chapters and looking forward to completing her first manuscript.

she confirmed, “and that you are about to become a full-time window spy. Congratulations.” I gasped. “I am not spying on him!” “Yet.” I groaned, pressing my forehead against the cold glass. “Why do I feel so weirdly happy about this?” “Because you’re still hopelessly in love with that man, despite my ongoing efforts to drag you out of his gravitational pull.” Laurette cackled. "Oh my God, this is fate!" I groaned. "Don’t start.” "Are you kidding? This is the universe giving you front-row seats to that man’s life. Tell me, what’s happening over there? Is he shirtless? Towel around his waist? Fresh out of the shower?"