Dark Harry Multi Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

“Don't apologize again, Ve. You're not at fault. There's nothing wrong here, and you should be with Lucas, not with me.” “Please, Harry.” “Can't you see everything, Ve?! I can't be with a woman who doesn't love me!” Harry could not bear it anymore. The conversation drained him of his emotions, eroding his already fragile sanity. Physically and mentally vulnerable, everything heightened his instability. “I-I will love you, Her.” Velia rose and tried to reach Harry. But what she received was rejection. “It's best if you go back to Lucas, Ve. Don't make me even more pitiful.”

There was only one person who could help, a person I knew was interested in Maya. "I still can't believe they’ve kissed already," I sighed as I leaned back in my chair. "Soon Zane might start dating that woman." Harry’s bedroom was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the outside world. Our bodies were tangled up in the sheets, our breathing slow and steady as we spooned. His rock-hard muscular body felt good, so much better than that stupid old Harlow.

And Harry worsened Helder’s emotions, inducing hatred in his heart too by his next words- “Yes. She hated you, she did this to us. But, you have to keep quiet about it for now,” “I understand…” “I know it must be hard but don’t worry, I will get our rights back, I will give you the love ripped from you,” Harry declared, rising from the seat, placing his hand over Helder’s head who was only bewildered. “How? I don’t understand…” “You will see,” And Harry went too far in his resentment that Lark’s demise was not an accident rather… he planned to get him out of the way so that he and Tilda could be together once again and they become a ‘family’.

At least not publicly. I decided to get up and go down to the dungeon and Leo still looked broken from his mother’s death. He didn’t look up at me when I got there, and Amelia growled at me from the other cell. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll cut your tongue out.” I said to her. I looked over at the other cells on the other wall and there were four vampires in there, weak from vervain. But they had only been here overnight. None of them were broken yet.

I admitted. Then I quickly added, “Now please, put some clothes on. This never happened. We get home, and Demarion never has to hear about any of this. Understood?” “Understood,” My wolf replied lightly. *Harry's point of view* I turned the corner, a slow smile spreading across my face. My heart was still racing from everything that had just happened, but this… this was working better than I expected. I pulled out my phone and tapped speed dial three. It did not even ring twice.

When I pull the car up in front of the club, Harry—whom I recognize from one of the pictures on Damon’s social media profile—walks toward me, supporting a very drunk Damon at his side. Harry opens the back door for me. “Sorry about this,” he says quietly. “He didn’t plan on drinking this much.” I don’t answer. I simply step out of the car and help maneuver Damon into the back seat. The moment he collapses against the leather, he lets out a low groan, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. As I buckle his seat belt, his hand lifts suddenly and closes around my wrist. “Hannah…” he slurs. The sound of my sister’s name on his lips—soft, unguarded—hits harder than it should.

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

"But remember, I'm doing this because of the feud, not because I'm comfortable with everything." Harry's laughter echoed in the air, dark and chilling. "Comfort is a luxury, Lucas. In this world, we do what we must to survive and thrive." As the two of them stood there, their alliance solidified by dark intentions, the shadows seemed to lengthen around them, portending the unfolding of a sinister game that would test loyalties, unravel secrets, and lead to a confrontation neither of them could fully predict. Although Lucas didn't know the true form of the entity occupying Harry's body, he was willing to follow along in order to exact his revenge. He would play along with the man who was, in