Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

I ended my business trip earlier and went back home, but the moment I pushed the door open, I nearly vomited from the rotten stench that stank up the entire house. Ten minutes ago, Selena Niles, my wife, posted in the Moms Unite group. [I read together with Dolce today again. It might be tiring bringing up a kid, but mothers need to be part of their children’s growth.] Dolce looked up. Her face was dirty, and she said to me sadly, “Dad, Mom is playing with Howard in the bedroom.” Howard Zimmer. That was my childhood best friend. I treated him like a brother of mine, gave him a job, and let him move into my house. I was not expecting him to “take care” of my wife and daughter like this during the few days I was away on a business trip. While I squashed down my anger and cleaned the living room, I found a long, black thing among Dolce’s toys. At first I thought that it was my stun baton, but when I did a Google search on it with my phone, the item description made my stomach churn. [An adult toy. Silent. Easy to carry and can vibrate.] Meanwhile, my stun baton was nowhere to be found. At 2 a.m., a pained screech tore through the air.

The first time Ona Balboa met Donnie Dellucci, a wealthy and mysterious handsome young Italian man, her only desire was to lay once on his bed. But when Adonis Dellucci first lay eyes on Caitrona Balboa, the rural dark-skinned lady with the crazy and unique ingredients, aloof and calm as him, he couldn't help it but let her be... Book 1 (Complete) Sequel (ongoing)

For five years, I let my husband’s mistress take whatever she wanted. My birthday. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a damaged family still had to be better than none at all. It wasn’t. This year, my husband took his mistress away for their birthday trip, and my son ran straight into her arms and called her Mom. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago: no matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the one they chose. So I filed for divorce. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His mistress thought she had won. My son did not even look back. None of them believed I could really walk away. Then a call came from overseas: Matteo Bellandi’s wife was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]

Paris Poppy hates the way she looks. At a younger age, she was bullied for it. No one wanted to be her friend nor did any of the boys find her attractive. As Paris grew into a young female, she gave up on all hopes of finding her one true love, believing that no man will ever find her beautiful. Pity, Paris doesn't know her parents had already planned out a life for her. "An emotional romance read that will leave you in tears."

"Please, Alpha…" she whispers, her voice trembling as he claims her with so much passion. "It’s my first time... please be gentle." Conrad pauses, his eyes blazing, burning with passionate desire, his voice descended into a soft growl. "if you ever feel pain or uncomfortable, and you want me to stop, let me know." She almost didn’t believe her eyes. He was gentle, contrary to the notion that he was a non-communicate. But she believed him. And nodded a yes, staring weakly into his eyes. “Breathe in…” he softly commanded. In one, hard stroke, he entered her. *** One night. One lie. One fated bond. After her mother is framed for theft, Nadia Williams is forced into a cruel bargain: take her evil cousin’s place in the bed of billionaire Alpha Conrad Bradley. Conrad demands a virgin bride, but the woman he truly bonds with is the quiet Omega hiding in the dark.

After agreeing to a marriage alliance to save her family from bankruptcy, Jessica goes to Las Vegas for her bachelorette party, but the next morning she wakes up in bed with an older arrogant but undeniably sexy man who tells her they got married the night before. He wants to keep her but she has to go back to marry her fiancée in order to protect her best friend’s secrets. But how can she marry her fiancée when she is already married. And what happens when her sexy one night stand comes to claim her and she finds out he is her groom’s uncle!

Aria never thought she would owe Noah anything but her hands were tied as her son’s life depended on him. Four years ago, her boyfriend chose her step-sister over her, announcing their engagement to the public while she was forced to remain hidden for more than seven years because of his career. Heartbroken, she left everything behind, started a new life in another country, building her designer brand into something successful and in demand. She believed the past was gone for good. Until her son fell critically ill. With no matching donor and no other option, Aria returned to the past she never wanted to face again. To Noah. Her ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Now one of the most powerful and desired men in the world. A man who always looked at her like she belonged to him. A man whose emotions toward her were always hot and cold—dangerous and unpredictable. He agreed to help her… but not without an ultimatum. ~SNIPPET~ His low chuckle vibrates against my neck. “Why?” His voice drops, sultry and raspy. He squeezes my breast harder. “Do I have to remind you what you signed princess? You’re mine now. To do with as I please.” His other hand slides back down shifting my panties aside. Two fingers glide slowly over my slick folds. I’m dripping. The wet sound of his fingers moving against me makes my face flame hotter. “Would you get this wet for someone else?” he growls against my ear. “That excuse of a man who gave you a child—the one you keep hiding. Would you melt in his hands like this?” He teases my entrance, circling, never quite giving me what my body is begging for. “You have been naughty, princess. And naughty girls don't deserve to cum.

My father traded me like a pawn to save his presidency, sending me to a foreign court to marry a stranger. But the deal changes the moment I step off the plane. There is no wedding. There is only a crown. Thrust into a war I didn't start, I have to survive a cousin who wants me dead and a country that hates me. The only person I can trust is Armano—a man with secrets darker than the Royal Family itself. He’s supposed to protect me. But falling for him might be the most dangerous thing I ever do.

I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue. "Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice. His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit. His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on. "You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back. "I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply. His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up. "Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread. …………………. Ruth’s marriage was never built on passion, only duty and appearances. But when a dark twist of fate brings an unexpected fire into her bed, she finds herself torn between loyalty and desire. What begins as a spark of forbidden longing soon threatens to consume everything she thought she knew about love, marriage, and betrayal.