Dark Harry Multi Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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

After a long silence, a slow, terrifying smile spread across her face. "You did well, Clara. I’m impressed you found it so easily. You may go see your mother now." I thanked her and hurried to the basement. But as I reached the stairs, I ran into Leo. I’ve always hated him—a spoiled, twenty-six-year-old narcissist who thought the world belonged to him. I tried to brush past him, but he blocked my path. "No greeting for me, little maid?" he sneered. He reached out, his fingers brushing my face. "Why the annoyed look?"

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

"What wrong with me? you remember you kissed me last night and just this morning without an explanation" "I don't think it needed anymore but at least act along as stop acting too saucy"he concluded and walk out of the room and I slump back on the bed. What does he mean by someone like me?. . . . TO BE CONTINUED... Do you think Harry mean those hurt words? MARRIED AT SIXTEEN 2 💘 (DARK ROMANCE WITH THE ONE I HATE) Written by: Authoress Ricky ✍️ Forty Nine✍️

All I had to do was play my role—be the bait. Jason gripped my shoulder before we split up to prepare. “One wrong move, Aria, and he’ll tear you apart.” “We’ll be there. We won’t let him take you.” I nodded. Because I knew, deep down, Harry wouldn’t come to that place as a fool. He’d come ready. And he’d come for me. Meanwhile, in his chamber, Harry stood before the black altar, the runes glowing faintly red beneath his touch. His crimson eyes burned brighter, and the shadows bent closer, eager to obey.

" My friend Harry is back in town. I'm going to see him," I said. Harry was a vampire, too. He was my loyal servant for years. His father was the king's right-hand man. When I left the vampire clan, he did as well. " The hot model we visited in Aspen?" Yorna seemed excited. I nodded. Yorna had the hots for Harry. After leaving Yorna on campus, I ran to the forest close to the Golden Stone pack. That was where Harry was residing, with permission from the alpha there.

DK chimed in, "No need, I'm heading out anyway. I'll drop her off, and your driver can pick her up later." "We don't know what might happen. What if Harry shows up?"Kyle said DK's eyes locked onto Kyle's. "You, of all people, know Harry only appears when I sleep." So, Harry emerges when DK sleeps, and vice versa The intensity of their debate unsettled me. "Actually, I'd prefer the driver to take me," I stated firmly. Kyle and DK turned to me in unison, their gazes piercing. I took a step back, creating distance.

Harry is so happy, and it’s infectious. I know that Harry doesn’t remember me bringing him back from the beyond. But there must be something in his mind that says he remembers me. Harry often runs to me and tells me about Max and how much he loves him. If Harry didn’t recognise me somewhere in his subconscious, he wouldn’t tell me anything. ‘He could recognise the mate bond between you and Luther.’ I sigh because Shadow is right. But it’s nice to think that Harry might remember me a little. I can dream, right?

The smell of lemon polish was a part of me, clinging to my clothes, my skin, even my hair, a quiet hum in the background whenever I was inside the Dovewood mansion. It smelled of hard work, of too much money, and of a world that definitely wasn't mine. From the grand hall, I could hear Mom, Elena, humming a soft, off-key tune. Thump, thump, went her duster against a fancy wooden railing. Just another regular Tuesday.