Dark Harry Multi Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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

"His funeral is scheduled at evening. You can meet him for one last time, Harry." "Shut up!" He groaned, "Just shut up, Darcy." Claire placed a delicate hand on Harry’s forearm, her eyes wide with manufactured concern. "Darcy, honey, I know you’re stressed, but using Leo like this... it’s a bit much, don’t you think? Jake is getting scared." Jake, the boy who wasn't mine, looked up from his pancakes with a confused pout. Harry immediately softened, reaching over to ruffle the boy’s hair, the same way he used to do to Leo before he decided Leo was 'too sickly' to be his pride.

I got out of the car and threw my coat on the back seat of it. " Let's get your frustration out. " Harry said. " What are you planning? " I asked. " Something which could bring my brother back. " He smirked evilly. We went in. A troop of hot girls welcomed us. The hall was filled with VIP personalities. They covered their dark side secret from the world and made hay while in the sunshine. This spoiled richies with double personalities were the biggest black spot of the world. We were the same in the dark and the day.

I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.

Bryce started up his vehicle and drove away. Up in Lena’s bedroom, the brunette had settled back onto her bed and picked up where she left off in her book. She had literally gotten to the part where Harry had received his letter to Hogwarts when the door to her room opened again and this time it was eighteen year old Dawn Smith who bounced into the room.

Harry always locks his room door at night. She sighed, falling on the bed. She remembered Yasmine's words during the first period of her working with Harry. “Actually, I would advise you to let it happen again. Remember you have an upper hand here. I have a feeling you'll be able to get your revenge sooner if you get Harry to fall for you. Just think about it. He'll be heartbroken and ruined! Double payback." Yasmine yelled excitedly.

“Okay fine. You are right. We both have different situations but what do you think will happen if the pack finds out the princess’s mate is a vampire? No one wants a vampire in the Crimson Moon.” Leah protested. “I don’t think they can protest if they find out the vampire is the son of a late hero.” I blurted out. Leah stared at me, eyes furrowed in confusion. “Hero? Who?” “The Zeta. Harlyn’s father.” I revealed and watched a series of emotions play on Leah’s face. She finally took her seat. “I don’t understand. I thought, wait! Can’t you explain?” “Yes, we found out recently too. The zeta’s mate, my mate’s mother, was a vampire. They had triplet but she took Harry and his sister and left Ha

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.

“And we have so many more ways we want to ruin you.” Lucian grinned, already hardening again. “By sunrise, you’ll be addicted to us.” Harper closed her eyes, breathing hard, a tired but exhilarated smile on her face. She had come to Thorne Manor to disprove ghosts. Instead, she was getting the best, most terrifying, and most satisfying sex of her entire life. And the night was only just beginning.

It's either we will be killed by Nerissa herself or we will be killed by her ugly monsters like those two-headed tigers and blazing snakes. "Apology accepted," I said coldly. "Let me be frank to you. I think you already know why we are here. We are here for that man you took. He is Orion, Lucia's cousin and my friend. We want him back. We know that you are that evil witch who was in the history books of all kinds. You lure men with your beauty and sweet humming voice, then after you play with them like toys, you kill them. We know that Orion is here, and we want him back."