Potter Stinks Badges Novels & Stories

“Black with grey dots… another black with red design. These look really nice...I love black but this is even better.” He grinned like I’d just handed him the keys to a Lamborghini. I don't understand why he was acting like a giant kid, and it was annoyingly adorable. Maybe he hasn't received gifts since his parents died. The thought made my heart ache. How sad. Then came the embarrassing decision. The most expensive one too. He pulled out the bright pink hoodie and unfolded it. The bold black text with tiny sunglass printed across the front read: **Bad Boys Can Wear Pink Too.**

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

His behavior didn't reflect the wickedness of his actions, as if he found nothing wrong in his trachareousness. "You disgraceful, obnoxious, selfish skunk." She wiggled in his hold. He laughed. He fucking laughed. Her anger boiled when his shaking chuckle left a layer of taunting sneer behind, meant to sprinkle salt on her exposed vulnerabilities. "Call me whatever you want." He said, "As long as you don't run away from me again, I'm good" "Oh you know I'm not staying in this shithole for long" her loud threat ruled the hint of mockery out.

His behaviour matched with some of the reading that he got back from the spell. After some time, Professor McGonagall finally released the boy, and composed herself back to the image of the strict Professor. "Sorry for my behaviour, Mr. Potter." "No problems, Professor." Larry Potter answered his Professor. He had seen a different side of her today, and he understood that she cared. Larry Potter turned to Erik and asked. "Sir, and what about my scar?" "Your scar, Mr. Potter, contin, indeed, a piece of corrupted alien magic in it. And the headaches that you had are the result of said corrupted alien magic 'hammering' the protection. It has something to do with who that piece of corrupted magi

Nina said coldly. "Then the stuff that's cooking in the pot…" Rose trailed off as she pointed at the iron pot beside them. The lid on the pot was slowly lifting up by itself, as if something in the pot was butting against it. "They're corpses." Sebastian glanced at the iron pot. The stench of corpses in the smoke and dust had only been an illusion. The pot was the true source of the smell. The corpse in the pot was wearing training clothes in black and white, with "Pinnacle Sect" written in large letters on the collar.