Sneakoscope Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It’s disgusting ya’ll! “No.” I said with a bland face. While waiting for the toy to electrify me or not, Clark is making an exaggerated face of disbelief. I laughed a bit; he is so dramatic. *eennggggkkk* It electrified me. Out of shock, I screamed making him laugh so hard. This thing is obviously not doing its job! “You know Stace, you don’t have to be shy. I know you find me attractive.” I just rolled my eyes in response

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

A collection of sleek g*ns rested on a glass display. On a nearby table lay gloves, a set of untraceable phones, and files stacked with care. It wasn’t just a room; it was a nerve center for calculated destruction. Harry leaned against the wall, scanning the maps with a satisfied smirk. His fingers trailed over one of the photos before he plucked it off the board, staring at it intently. "You’re next," he muttered, his voice low evil . The underground lair was quiet, but the tension in it had a lot of stories to tell.

"You are the best to me! You're a pretty, kind, little fairy!" Wendy rolled her eyes with annoyance and just threw a "Fuck off!" at Larissa. Therefore, Larissa "fucked off" into Lewis' room. Lewis was sitting at the desk, staring at the laptop staring at who knew what. "Are you still working?" Larissa felt bad for him, and she felt guilty too—He was already having it so hard, but she could not help him at all. "No." Lewis clicked his mouse. "I'm looking at the surveillance camera footage outside Uncle Gary's office."

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I woke up feeling thirsty. I went out to drink some water and found Leon still in the meeting, with his subordinates reporting to him. I caught a glimpse of his profile. I had always known he was hot and handsome, but from the side, his sharp facial features stood out even more. Even though he was sitting sideways on the couch, his tall frame was still evident. He was focused on his laptop, occasionally giving instructions to his subordinates. I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating.

I reached out to remove the book from the shelf, my hand trembling as I pressed the button. The door to the hidden chamber slowly slid open, and a wave of fragrance mixed with a rotten stench rushed out. The cloyingly sweet scent mixed with the foul odor was somehow even more nauseating than the foul odor alone. I couldn't help but gag several times. Unable to see things clearly in the dark, I dug out my phone and turned on the flashlight. The light illuminated the interior of the chamber. I took one glance and froze. The dimly-lit chamber was covered in a thick layer of soil. Right in the center grew a plant about half my height, with a grayish-green stalk and oversized leaves veined with b

Moss sat back on the reclining chair and tap his cigarette on the saucer near a vase full of yellow marigolds. "So, you're saying we could only attack at night?" Rat asked, he stood on the back of the black couch while Blanche studied what was inside the microchip on the laptop she had. They're on the abandoned building where Moss can feel a chill down his spine every time, so he planned to follow them wherever they'd go so that ghost can't have him. By now, Blanche must've found and understood what the microchip contained: The blueprint of Hent's mind.

He opened the oven, and saw a small bag, which contained some compacted objects in the shape of cuboids wrapped in black tape. He picked one of them up, and peeled the tape off its edge, which revealed a white powdery substance similar to what was in the toilet. He was already leaving the kitchen with the bag, when he heard a shout from the bedroom. He raced there to see a teenage boy with dreadlocks hiding inside a wardrobe. “Please don’t shoot!” The boy pleaded with hands raised as he came out from his hiding place. “Look at what I found.” Bryan said while holding the bag open for all to see, which prompted a few whistles from the SWAT team.

I'm going to get soaked, but that's fine because I have spare clothes in my locker. I was about to take a step away from the waiting shed when my wrist was grabbed by a firm hand. My mouth hung open in shock and bewilderment. His manly odor rapidly infiltrated my nose. His gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine. My wrist felt warm in his calloused and rough grasp. When I saw how much this guy resembled a Greek god, my jaw split open once more! His hair was dark brown and perfectly coiffed, and he had a high and pointed nose with sharp cheekbones chiseled down to his flinty jaw, which appeared to be sculpted and trimmed to perfection.