Ron Weasley Books Novels & Stories

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

still bowing as a sign of respect, her black hair completely covering her face ." hello" Penelope answered, " shall I draw you a bath Luna?" the young girl asked, Penelope's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the realization that the room smelt of sex and sweat which was evidence of last nights activities. Penelope looked up at the girl and it was at this moment she saw her face she looked so young are big Bambi eyes shining with curiosity “Aren’t you a little young for this position“ Penelope asked concerned completely ignoring her pain. “ I’m fifteen Luna my parents both died when I was kind and I was left with no one and nowhere to live. It was then that I decided to give myself to ser

She tilted her head, a small, cruel smirk playing on her pale lips. ​“My, my,” Rowena said, her voice like the cracking of ancient ice. “How the little wolves have grown. Still hiding behind stone walls. Still playing at being kings of a dying world.” ​“You’re dead,” Orion roared, though his voice lacked its usual bite. He stepped forward, his fists trembling. “We saw the pyre! We saw the blood in the nursery!”

"I do not believe in the impossible, so I have a feeling that this one might be a lot crazier than we all expect." "Perhaps it's a magical place that only witches could access then." "Zoren is right," Galen responded. "That could be it; after all, the most powerful witch owns this book, Seriona herself!" "I wish I could have met her," Verena whispered. "It would have been nice to learn from her." "Now you have her book." Zoren tapped on the cover of it. "I am pretty sure that she wrote a couple of things that could help you here."

"Your welcome, Mr. Potter. Ah, if you want to learn magecraft, I suggest that you sharpen your studies in math, physics and chemistry, and get to study arithmancy and runes in your next year. There will be new books available in the library soon that explain more about it." Erik said. Larry Potter nodded, already imagining his best girl friend's reaction at his mention of new books in the library, and was guided out of the office by Professor McGonagall. Director Bone waited for the duo to exit and close the door of the office, and turned to Erik. She then asked with some steel in her voice. "The boy was a Horcrux?" "Yes, and no." Erik answered. "What do you mean?"

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

Any help they gave came at an unacceptable cost. “If it will help the entire pack.” He took a few steps looking around. It was hard to stop himself from being in awe of the room. There were floor-to-ceiling shelves with books on magic and moon phases. There were even books on werewolves. Rowan froze when he ran across a book that looked just like Elly’s grimoire.

he muttered. "Maybe they don't have messages there?" Lethabo asked he took the remains of the letter from Jordon hand, inspecting the last page. "This an extensive list. We use a lot of these things ourselves but the wand is new and I've never heard of these books or the Authors," he said, looking up and seeing the confused looks on Sebestian and Dell faces. He read the rest of the letter out LUNA LAND SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Behind her stood the other nuns, their expressions mirroring hers—shocked, disgusted, horrified. And the sickest part? I felt tears sting my eyes, but it was far too late to stop the pleasure that was already rippling through me. With my eyes still locked with Sister Ophelia's, my body convulsed. An orgasm ripped through me, a raw, guttural cry of pleasure echoing off the hallowed walls of the church. It sounded like a taunt, a scream of a fallen angel, and yet I couldn't stop. Just then, Ryker, with a cruel grin, grabbed the rosary and ripped it out of me, the sensation sending a final, shocking jolt of pleasure through my body, adding to the symphony of my ruin.

Third Person Perspective Ron Ron stared at the wall for a long time. His chest was rising and falling fast. His hands were shaking. His jaw was tight. His head was spinning. “What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low and cold. Hermoine stood near the door. She didn’t look afraid. She was used to this. “I said Salvatore has merged your pack with Brimstone,” she repeated. “Winterclove is no longer on its own. It belongs to him now.”