Assassin Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I’m not technically her rider, but I am her mate, and so I had done what I could do to show her that she’s mine, no matter what. When I had stripped her down, I’d seen the burn marks, the bruises. I didn’t say anything to her and I didn’t say anything to Avani when we found the dead witch and warlock beheaded the next day, but I’m pretty sure I’ve found my assassin. It’s my mate.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

Her sister only stared back at her hardly and she knew right then and there that she contacted their father and the man she doesn’t know must be the attorney. "Is this going to make you happy, Ashley?!" Alex asked tightly. "Seeing me behind bars?" "You deserved more than just being behind bars, Alex!" Ashley retorted angrily. "You're a cold-blooded murderer! How could you do that to our own mother?! Your own flesh and blood! What has she done to you that made you do that?! Because she favored me?!" The door to the diner suddenly pushed open when she was being led out and Damon came inside, looking surprised at the scene that he immediately saw.

She sat beside him and noticed that his hands were shaking. "I had a big trauma from my past." He mumbled. "This assassin was like Harvey. He's an upgraded version of Harvey. I had encountered him many times and every woman that I bed after that~~that encounter where I almost killed him, he came back and bedded the same women that I did and killed them, then sent photos to me. I thought that he was gone but he was watching us." Chills sent through her spine, but it wouldn't change that she wanted him.

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

I need her by my side so I can manipulate them both. This is the best way I have to get to Harry. I am going to get him so depressed and so sad without his love that he will end up in my bed looking for consolation. I smile at myself as I walk towards them. Harry is looking sexy as hell. He is wearing one of his expensive suits and a matching tie. He always looks nice but today he looks extra nice. I see Devin close by and I smile looking at him already starting to lose his shit. He always tried to shit on my parade. Get a fucking life mate.

Harvey took a deep breath when he heard the vans roared, and immediately dived into the crowd. He was fast as lightning, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. With every fist and every kick, an assassin was blown away. When the remaining assassins pounced on him, all they felt was them losing their sight, a stinging pain on their faces—and they fell on the ground limp. In just less than half a minute, Harvey had defeated half of the assassins. When the remaining assassins saw Harvey was such a difficult man to deal with, they immediately gave up on attempting a pincer attack. Instead, they retreated and once again raised the repeating crossbow in their hands.

Saw her knees hit the stone when my power crushed her will. I felt her fear through the bond (sharp, bright, alive) and I couldn’t stop it. She’s Ice. The assassin sent to kill me. I should’ve let him finish it. But I didn’t. I stood there while he locked her away, and every link of silver that snapped around her wrists felt like it snapped around my own heart. Despair. And his pleasure. He laughed inside my skull. Soft. Satisfied. I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

CONTENT WARNING The Assassin’s Portrait is a Dark Romance featuring heavy themes that are not for the faint of heart. This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). THEMES: • PSEUDO-TABOO: A forbidden, obsessive step-sibling dynamic. • HARD EROTICA: Graphic sexual content, power play, and BDSM. • GRAPHIC VIOLENCE: Blood, gunplay, and dark criminal themes (Bratva). • MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior.