Quidditch Novels & Stories

He narrows his eyes at her. "You don't need to know." She has a mischievous grin on her face. "I need to. I must." "Hey hey!" Steph taps him, calling his attention back to the game. "It's handsome boy's turn." Chris makes a mental note to continue this conversation later as he shifts his attention to the game. The guy spins the bottle and everyone watches in anticipation. Brooke crosses her fingers and begins a chant in her head. To her, it feels like it's taking forever until it finally stops.

It had been like this ever since I could remember, but now a rage consumed me as I stared at the petite woman. She was the only thing I wanted without taking it by force. Damn, I wanted her so much, but I wanted it to be on her terms. When I worked and made several moves in advance for her consent, was it a game to her? ‘How does it feel to be a piece on a chessboard?’ I asked myself? Yes, I was the grandmaster; I made several moves in advance in my favor. But she looks so pure and innocent. Did what I saw have a different meaning?

I asked again. “My Queen” Emil tried to speak from where he knelt on the floor but a swift kick from Seb sent him flying face first into the dais. I didn’t miss the way Adelaide flinched as his face crunched into the stone. Ha. Welcome to the real world oh mighty Chosen One. “My Lady” Seb started again, and I focused on him as I took a gulp of wine. “This snivelling roach is responsible for the plague” There were gasps around the court and I raised an eyebrow as Adelaide wrung her hands together.

"I do fancy a nice game of cricket" "I said sport, Alexi." I arch a brow. "Cricket is a sport. It's a fine sport." She argues. "No, it's not a real sport. A real sport is basketball, baseball, or hockey. That sort of deal." I roll my head to the ceiling. "Listen here, Mister Luke Jackson..." She pokes my chest. I roll my head to her. "Um. Alpha...Alpha Luke Jackson..." I correct. She giggles. "Alpha Luke Jackson. Just because you don't understand the skill involved, doesn't mean it isn't a real sport."

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. _Ujuritaellianna ★ Bluebells' enlightenment spree was like a fundraising outreach program and only the voluntary team didn't need to raise funds. The sports knights held competition that required everyone gathered to have paid a particular amount of money to watch the games of swimming, tennis, football, basketball, hockey, volleyball etc. The book blazers had debate competitions and educative outreach programs which they got paid for while the socials held different kinds of entertainment that'd make everyone interested paying for gate fee.

2020, December 15th, France "Dahlia... I want you... I want your body... I want you, my beloved little girl... and I want your soul..." I heard a raspy, haunting voice whispering in my head, hypnotizing and seducing my body and soul.

We stared into each other's eyes and even with the silence, I could hear Gwen's heart beating fast as her breathing became erratic. I always knew Gwen's loyalty to me was more than just admiration and if she wasn't important, I would have evicted her in a painless manner. "My lady." Gwen's smooth voice had me breaking the contact as I stood up, grabbing a pawn piece. "What is the most powerful piece in a game of chess?" I asked as I walked to my window and stared down. Father was talking to a messenger boy as I faced Gwen who was seriously thinking as she stared at the board on my desk.

Luna of the traditional pack commented on it, and Nikki heard it. "While preparing the stadium for the annual function with other witches, Emma planted a spell on the stadium ground so that the participants only use the amount of energy and strength needed to make sure it is fair competition. Your chances of winning or losing the game depend on how you use your power and strategy to win the match. And no one cheats in the competition by using their strength. If you don't believe me, why don't you send one of the witches who joined your pack after finding her mate to go and check the ground." Nikki roared for everyone to hear it.

He wanted her to relax and forget her problems. He was suddenly pulled back to earth when the lid in the third cake flew off. Two slender arms came out. Slowly, a head emerged. His mouth fell in disappointment upon seeing that the third girl had her back on them. Half of her body was now out and she was dancing erotically.

I had a test this morning, and unless you count studying male anatomy—specifically two extremely detailed specimens—I didn’t study at all. We’ve had lunch together, quick conversations after training, but no quality time. So tonight? Rowen and I are having our first official date night. We even have more lined up—tomorrow, we’ve got a Zoom date with Jared. But tonight, it’s bowling. Not normal human bowling, obviously. We’re too strong for that. Everyone would be rolling strikes with no effort. So instead, we use 30-lb duckpin balls, throwing them down 75-foot lanes at smaller duckpin pins. It’s like hurling a shot put at a thumbtack. Wildly fun. Stupidly hard. Just our thing.