Potter Fanfic 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

This arrogant vampire was stirring something inside of the pot. "What are you doing?" #to be continued in Chapter 10.4 - Sweet Scene

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?"

The spider plant screamed, “That’s nonsense! That bracelet was bought with Justin’s money. She swiped his card at the boutique herself! When he asked, she told him it was a knockoff and that it only cost 200 dollars!” The pothos immediately cut in, “Exactly! And there are three Chanel bags in her vanity drawer, all bought with your overseas allowance! Justin is such a blind idiot. He actually believed she got them from some cheap reseller." The cactus let out a cold snort and dropped the most devastating bomb of all. “Not only that, the baby in her arms isn’t even Justin’s! It’s her lover’s kid. Her so-called ‘cousin' and that gigolo from the bar!

" You've changed. But I can't figure out how but you've changed. And I like it. Really, I like it. Fannie said as he was holding his Cinderella close to his tough body. "And you Sir have changed too. You no longer that grumpy bear you used to be a while ago. "A grumpy bear? He creased his eyebrows questioningly as they were looking at each other.They both laughed and remembered how things used to be so sour between them.

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Her brows furrowed. “Well… I noticed that your pads are piled up again. Are we missing something here?” Katherine pressed her forehead against his. “We did miss something.” THE END

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

I order. Kira nods, although the look on her face tells me that will be torturous. Good. I’m here to torture her, after all. Her moans when I yank the bra down and ravish her nipples tell me torture is the last thing she’s feeling. She is enjoying this as much as I am, squirming in the couch with each stroke of my tongue. I bite down on the tender flesh of her boob, earning an unrestrained moan. "Is this one of your fantasies?" I ask.