Dark Harry Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Loving Arthur was simply a mirage that shielded her face from the true lover of her life, which was Harry Vernon. While Harry drove along the road, Harry received a call from one of his men. “What is the situation?” He asked. “Broderick Alessandro has arrived in Darkwood.”The person on the other end spoke. A temporary image rushed through Harry’s imagination and all he could see was his unconscious Father lying on the floor with blood stains across his body. He also painfully remembered how his sister's were brutally murdered by that devil, Broderick Alessandro. When the horrible images disappeared from his mind, Harry felt another resurging anger flooding through his body, with the knowledg

Harry shouted as my eyes widened in shock, Harry had put me into big trouble. "Was that Harry!… The fuck!"Clark muttered "Clark …"I tried saying as he hung up. I angrily glared at Harry as he smiled looking at me, I suddenly felt deep hatred for him and felt like punching him hard!, He fucking wants to ruin my marriage. I smiled at me as he sipped his campaign, he turned to the table as he took the pan of cocaine as he mixed it into his campaign and some in his nose.

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

Dante drew on his gaze, as if trying to catch him in a lie, but Harry burst out giggling. “That was funny! I told you that I am not my brother's puppet, why would you even think that I would do his bidding for him?” “He is your older brother, the two of you get along fine, so I don't see any reason why you would want to get rid of him” “What if I tell you that he is not my father's child and does not deserve to sit on that throne in the first place” “He is a Lycan!” Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him.

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

Dylan got up from his seat and glanced at the view in front of him. The world was engulfed in darkness, while the lights seemed to shine like stars. He sighed and turned around to leave, but didn't forget to dismiss Harry, " You can leave now, Harry!" Harry looked at his boss's retreating back and noticed that something was off with him. He was not behaving like his usual self and Harry could bet, that it was because of that girl, Celeste. Harry sighed and got up to leave as well. He had a gut feeling, that something bad was about to happen. He needed to be ready for whatever it was that was coming there way.

He pursed his lips and slowly handed two boxes of cookies to Lars, then sighed and drove off. Harold would be very sad if he found out about this. Compared to Harry, Harold was a fan of sweets. *** Harry drove out of the city center, deep into the woods, across three bridges, and around a lake. The journey lasted for more than an hour, but except for the directions, the two men did not say a word to each other. The car stopped in front of a large castle covered with trees and fog. This is where vampires come from. The iron gate opened automatically, and Harry drove inside.

Ava and Emma were going to their parent's grave the next day. "Can you walk faster and quit thinking of Vador," Emma frowned. "Why doggie," Ava laughed. "Cause you're invisible and stuffed animals don't fly dummy" "Shut up Emma,be nice,We're here," she said pointing to the graves. They were at the back of the garden. "Isn't this enough prove that the dark lord has a soft spot for you?" Emma asked. "He's kind in his way Emma,this isn't affection. Common we should head back,I haven't had blood today,"

Harry takes my hand as he gently squeezes it before he plants his lips on my knuckles, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry America. I didn’t want to leave you. It wasn’t what I wanted.” I cried like a child as my tears kept coming out from my eyes and wetting both my cheeks. Quickly, he wiped my tears with his fingers as he continued to say, “If I only knew how to go back, I would have done it even if I’d risk my life. I would have done it without doubts but I didn’t know what to do because I woke up forgetting everything. I'm so sorry America.” Harry pulls me in again and gives me another hug, “I was stabbed that day.” He confesses as he whispers in my ear. “Diana stabbed me because if she didn’t do i

“I just know, okay? I feel like— like a fly trapped in a web. He’s coming for us; the more we struggle, the sooner we die. He’s crazy, that man. What-” “Enough,” Calvin growls. “I don’t want to hear any more. He’s a man, just a man. If we find him, we’ll kill him.” “It won’t be that easy,” a voice hidden in the dark. In the dinky hotel bar, someone steps out from the shadows. It’s Alpha Harry, covered in soot and flecks of blood. His throat is wrapped in miles of bandages, and his eyes are dark as if he hadn’t slept for days.