Novel & Cerita Dark Harry Styles Fanfiction

But his cousin, Dag, on his hands and knees, bare-assed, with another guy, spreading his cheeks wide and riding Dag’s ass like Dag was a pony. Right then he knew the skinny guy he’d seen getting hammered the other night was Dag. And he knew it hadn’t been a damn dream. A Goth kid—tattooed, hair dyed jet-black, couldn’t have been more than nineteen and resembled a girl more than a boy, but the big cock shuttling in and out of Dag’s butt definitely belonged to a guy. And if that image wasn’t bad enough, another guy was on his knees in front of Dag, sliding his cock in and out of Dag’s mouth, holding Dag by the ears as he fucked Dag’s face.

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

He held my hand and said to Alex, "I have good news for you, bro. I'm getting my girlfriend back." Before I could react, Harry whispered in my ear, “I don't think he can swim on one leg. Can he? If you don't want that, just go with the flow." Alex: "Hailey, what's he saying?" I said nothing and looked away without meeting Alex's eyes. Harry put an arm around my shoulder and said to Alex, "I hope you got your answer. Now stay away from her." "It's annoying to see you around." And took me away from him.

Although… her eyes look insane right now so I don’t think she would even care, “Well, I need to get back out there. Knowing that Damon is going to sink soon has improved my mood. I know Harry is going to hate when everyone finds out the truth about the monster he created. This will absolutely destroy him. Then I can proceed to dump his ass and make sure he’s all alone like he deserves. Let’s see if all of those sluts he fucks can give him what I give him.” Oh, shit. She’s mad mad. I force a smile and nod, but when she leaves the bathroom, I decide to stay there a while longer and wash my face to relieve my hangover but also to ease my guilt. Harry isn’t a bad husband… well, I guess he is. He

"One more thing before we finalize this," James said. "I want you to understand something. You owe me a lot, Anna. You destroyed my career. You got me arrested. You humiliated me in front of everyone." "I was doing my job. I was undercover investigating—" "I do not care what your justification is. You owe me. And I am not going to play petty with you like I used to." James's voice was hard. "This is serious. This is final. Tomorrow when you arrive, there are no more games. No more manipulation. Just consequences."

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

"You're so deep....oh god....I'm so full...." Harry smirked. "Yeah. You're enjoying this too much, Mrs Brooke." Grinding against my G spot, hitting it with hard thrusts that made my eyes roll back. His hands reached to pluck my nipples, while he gave me long fuck strokes. Spit ran down my chin. "Please......pull out......I can't.....I can't...handle your big cocks......please...." Harry suddenly pulled out as he exchanged places with Tyron. He stepped between my legs, his cock looked bigger, black club swinging heavily between his tree trunk thighs.

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

- he tells me “That’s too fifty shades” - I let out “What?” - He asks and I shake my head. I nailed me a Christian Grey and I didn’t know. Great. “Alice please. Look at me, I will never hurt you. I love you and I can’t be with you” - Harry says “Why did she go to see you?” - I ask “She wanted to have sex with me. And by the looks of things you got the same photos as I did, someone is trying to split us up. Please, baby, don’t let them” - Harry says