Undesirable Harry Potter Novels & Stories

You have got to like host parties every other weekend and during the weekends especially on days like today which is kind of limited in school dormitories, having an apartment also means having a personal mailbox where random ladies do drop off several gifts, junks, gadgets and some even leave their phone number attached to sexy nude pictures themselves. Harry, who happens to be the captain of the team, is always the first to check the mailbox since he, unfortunately, doesn't have a string around his dick. Yeap that's right, Harry is a hopeless playboy and his favorite bragging line whenever he wants to spite or tease me for being faithful to my girlfriend from "I belong to everyone and belo

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

What an impressive group of friends. “Health mindfulness is not boring,” Harris replied calmly, looking at Evans. “It is,” Evans snapped. “And don’t start. I don’t want to hear it.” He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes unconsciously scanning the ballroom as if searching for Rachel. Harris stared at him for a moment and smirked when a thought crossed his mind. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Lucien?” Harris suddenly asked, turning his head to Lucien. Lucien narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to understand.

More riddles I couldn’t puzzle out. I started to ask the irritatingly vague owner of the musical voice to explain herself when a terrifying image flashed before my eyes. It was a creature I couldn’t name and hoped I never had to. Its face was black and haunting, yet a shimmering iridescence to its skin drew me in, making it difficult to look away. Its eyes were sunken but emanated a sickening green glow and its cheeks were hollow as if stretched over the bones of its skull.

Duke Rovner feigned an uncertain expression as he spoke. “I know him….. that scoundrel…I know him” Harry spoke with extreme disgust “No matter how I try to ignore the fact that I once thought highly of a scoundrel, it still keeps coming to haunt me. “I …. I apologize.” Duke Rovner took a step back not wanting to push further, misunderstanding Harry’s outburst as offending him “I didn’t mean to offend.” “None taken.” Matthew waved his hand as he spoke with his signature calmness “We just don’t like him. There is nothing wrong with you liking what we don’t.”

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

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"Good evening Gentlemen. Welcome to Undestined you made it just in time we quit allowing people in at 10pm. The rules are simple: there is no violence tolerated, well except for what is already planned. We all know finding a mate is rare nowadays but you still have until the party starts at 11pm to find them. After that you are free to enjoy yourselves judgment free. We are werewolves and very sexual creatures but everything must be consensual. Do you all agree to the rules?" We all agree though I just want to leave but the others insist I can just relax, drink and watch the shows. When we get to our seats I immediately go to pour a drink while the others scout the area. "Oh sweetie let me g

The father was initially unwilling at the mention of the last option, but he eventually agreed. The noble then came to find the potionmaker, Thomas Villson, to help make the special potion, but among the ingredients needed, three could only be found in the hands of someone who hated him. He knew going there would make her destroy those herbs rather than hand them to him. That's why he came to find Wilhelmina privately. As long as she was able to get these herbs from that woman without having to steal, she would be greatly rewarded. The reason he emphasised that Wilhelmina should not rob the needed herbs was that the old woman was friends with a dark witch. And dark witches can also curse any

I'd like to hear what else they have to complain about their lives," I mocked sarcastically. But none of the Dentworths could tell that I was being sarcastic. As I gazed at Mathias, who went along with every word the Dentworths said, I no longer felt any trace of sadness for him. Ever since I had been reborn, I finally realized that this son of mine was absolutely useless. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I wondered if he really was my and Thomas' son. How on earth did he turn out to become like this? It turned out that some people were naturally rotten at heart. No matter how much one tried to educate and nurture them, they wouldn't be able to change the fact that the person was already rot