Novel & Cerita Dark Harry Fanfiction

"Care to tell me why you're trying to break down this door?" The blue haired one glared at him. "It's none of your business. So get lost." Marcus chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair. "It's my business though. I don't tolerate harassment in any form and—" "It's not harassment!" the black haired one said, stepping forward. He smiled, extending a hand. "I'm Harry." Marcus stared at the hand for a beat before looking at him. "How is that my concern?" Harry flushed in embarrassment before taking his hand back. "The omega in there is my partner and he went into heat."

What was meant to be a night of joy had turned into something else entirely, a reminder that La Rivera was never just a place of beauty, but also of unresolved darkness. Harry was helped to his feet, though his legs trembled beneath him. His face had lost its color, and for the first time in a long while, vulnerability showed through the carefully crafted image he presented to the world. The realization settled heavily in his chest: whatever had just occurred was no coincidence. This was deliberate.

Venom gleamed in Harry's eyes, sharp and poisonous as a viper's. "I want you to have your fun with that woman before killing her. Destroy her face, cripple her hands. And of course, no survivors. Name your price. So long as she dies, I'll pay it." The man's lips curved in a faint smile. "Harry, you're certainly generous." Harry's hatred for Sharon had already rotted to the bone. For days on end, his mind had spun through a thousand ways to torture her to death. "After she's dead, release her nudes online. I'll handle the rest.

“Your daddies taught me there are no moral codes in war.” The room tilts. I can hear my own breathing now — shallow, too fast. I try to slow it, but panic is a living thing clawing at my ribs. “They scarred MY children,” Harry continues, and for a flicker of a second, something almost human flashes across his face. Hurt. Twisted into hatred. “Broke them.” His jaw tightens. “And now I’m going to do the same. One son of each monster will suffer, before they themselves beg for death.”

“Logan, the ever-passionate lover, found his girlfriend with another guy.” As Harry spoke, his words painted a picture of a younger Logan filled with fury, a stark contrast to the Logan that had just shared his childhood memories with me moments ago. “He completely lost it,” Harry continued, relishing each word, each reaction from us. “Beat the poor guy to a pulp. A couple of days later, guess what happened to him?” Harry’s eyes were alight with sadistic glee as he recounted the tale, and I could feel a cold knot forming in the pit of my stomach.

I think and decide on telling him some of the truth since I can't tell him all of the darkness ,atleast not yet. "Max. Max walker. That was his name . I loved him in college . He didn't even knew I existed since he was kinda the popular one and I was me. The one who people didn't notice until it was to start a rumor about me dating justin . Then one day ,boom , he asks me out for a dance on a party. I was so happy I nearly peed my pants. I danced with him and we had the time of our life that night. Soon by soon ,day by day he turned me into something different . Justin hated him since he said I am no longer me and i have lost my shine and I didn't listen to him and was so in love with max t

I contemplate whether or not to do it, but Harry’s eyes on me are trusting. I grip both sides of his head, grunting, as I push his boundary in ways that will horrify anyone else, but Harry trusts me with his darkness. One, two, three. Thrusts after thrusts. I own his throat. The sounds he produces are like something ripped from Pornhub. His chin is sullied. Eyes bloodshot. On his knees, hands cuffed behind him, with my custom-made dildo pistoning inside his ass.

“Plotting? If I were this Ivy, don’t you think I’d have done a better job than letting a snake like you sit across from me?” Harry’s jaw ticks. He’s losing patience. Good. That’s where he makes mistakes. He slams his palm down on the table, leaning closer, his breath hot, his voice almost a growl. “Admit it. Just say it, damn it. I know that scar. I know your voice. I know you.” His intensity rattles the air between us. My heart is racing, but I don’t blink. “Sounds like you’re haunted, Harry. Maybe by guilt. You know what they say—murderers see their victims everywhere.”

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.