Rosier Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She can't turn weak all of a sudden. "Mr. Kale meet Rosaline our designer she will present the designs." Rose didn't look up but she could feel a dark gaze freezing on her figure. As soon as Harry looked at the petite girl standing near the door his breath stopped. His jaw clenched and his hands clutched the giant table. The look of his eyes was darker than the darkness itself. It was her. The girl he hates with his everything. _____________________________________ Next will be up soon. Keep voting and taping on the follow button for more interesting updates.

then, as she was sighing a breath of relief, she reached the last page. [Rosaline Fragrance, the most potent of the seven fairies greatest fragrance potions. Only a few samples exist in the world. Whereabouts were unknown. Main target: male dragons. Effects: hypnotizing, feelings of desire and changing of personality, feelings of love. Smell: unknown, it can vary on the target, many had described as a garden of flowers.] The book fell to the ground.

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

It was a wild theory, but nothing else could explain the woods being empty before the sudden flash of light that preceded his appearance. Rory returned, loaded down with blood bags. Thrusting most of them into my arms, she used surgical scissors to cut open the one she held. Osiris’s head whipped in her direction as the metallic scent began to fill the air. Cautiously, she poured some into a Styrofoam cup she had thought to grab from the cafeteria on her way back. Ignoring his hissing, she moved toward him, holding the cup out at arm’s length. His movements were almost imperceptible as he snatched the cup from her hand and downed the blood.

“By the way, Lilly… this gentleman beside me is the love of your daughter’s life, Saxe Hendrix Mondragon.” A little smile draws on my lips when Rosy introduces me. “What do you think of him? Don’t you know that he made it all possible for me to find you…” Rosy’s tears never stop falling. “I’m sorry. . . I love you so much, Lilly...I love you so much,” she said in an almost whisper and then wiped her tears. “Hendrix…” Rosy looked at me sadly. “Do you have a can of beer?” I blinked, confused at what she was asking. I glanced at King, and he nodded.

"What are you to The Black Rose? To my brother?" He seemed caught off guard by my answer, yet at the same time, he looked pleased, his charismatic eyes holding a more curious glint as he leaned in closer, his scent drifting into my nostrils. Tobacco, lavender. The strangest yet, weirdly, enthralling combination. "You're nothing like he said you were," he laughed. "Elijah said you were soft, quiet." My breath caught in my throat. "He told you about me?"

Rosie's POV I furrowed my eyes, more jinxed as I didn't seem to get what they were saying yet. "Why did you appear shirtless? You know you're the very thing that...argh! Harry can't you just stop making mistakes?" What? I didn't make clear of that part as her voice seems to blur out a bit. "She knows nothing aria, stop panicking" Harry says calmly and soon, I heard footsteps towards the day which led me to hastily run and hide at a corner.

Rosie looks at the wolf boys, who are fighting against each other. "Enough!" Rosie steps into the fight scene and spells something while mumbling and showing her hand toward Ronald; as soon as her spell touches him, he steps back, making him fall to the ground and lose consciousness. Jacob is angry as hell— he steps close to Rodald to break him into pieces. "NO, JACOB!" Aurora yelled out, and Rosie looked at them with wide eyes. To Be Continued

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

"Harry Potter, huh?" Rosie's cheeks warmed up as she took the book back. "For old times sake." Anthony's eyes lit up as he looked down at her, a warm and easy smile resting on his face. "Personally, my preference lies with the Half Blood Prince." Rosie's eyebrows raised in surprise. "You... like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" He chuckled, tilting his head. "Although I will sheepishly admit that I have only watched the movies and not read the books."