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But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

{Diane} I arranged my books into my bag quickly, controlling myself from bursting out at Harry, and if his hot girlfriend says anything vexatious to support him, I'm gonna snap at her too. What exactly am I to someone like Harry Michaelson? Am I just a fucking game to him because this whole relationship thing was built with a full plan, everything we show the world is staged. We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry?

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

I wasn’t worried about Stefano or school or any of it. Sean admitted to me that he wasn’t too familiar with Harry Potter, but knew enough about it to recognize the font and the snitch on my shirt. That led to me practically jumping over the desk and right onto his lap. “How have you not seen Harry Potter?! We are fixing this shit right now.” I parked my ass on top of his firm thighs and opened the Internet browser on his laptop. One of his hands slid between my thighs. Not probing or wandering, but possessively gripping the inside of my right thigh.

ANN “Let’s go make some vanilla pancakes. Anything to ease up the tension.” “Okay, I will change into something more comfortable and meet you downstairs.” Whatever Harry meant earlier by asking me to learn how to love him instead, I was glad he didn’t push the conversation further. Once I learn how to stop loving Duke, no other man will ever have access to this heart again. I changed into a loose home outfit and went downstairs. Harry was already in the kitchen, measuring flour into a bowl. One thing about him, he could cook almost anything perfectly, baking included.

Chapter 3: The Laundry Room. Harper's Pov: I couldn’t sleep. After the dream, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for almost two hours. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Colton’s hands on me. I felt his breath against my neck. I heard that low, rough voice saying *“Let me take care of you.”* It was just a dream. I knew that. But the guilt and the heat it left behind refused to go away.

The thought that they could be making out haunted me hard, and after the kind of intimacy we both shared, I couldn’t look the other way. “I have to go over and see things for myself. I am sure I’m just overthinking things. There is no way she’s going anything with him. I mean, I’ve seen the way she looks at me. I am the only one in her heart.” I thought to myself as I desperately tried to convince myself that I haven’t chased the one girl that I wasn’t so much into the arms of another man. I slowly made my way to the door and I knowvoed gently but there was no response. I was about to leave when I heard sounds coming from inside. I know I should have turned around right then and left hey cur

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

Arosh gestured immediately. "Ok, alright approval, I'll be here as an afterthought first." Fanky said and she left a little from the two first. Whenever Fanky moved a little farther away Harry talked. "Arosh, I might want to ask you something, on the grounds that your Mom said you don't have a sweetheart, yet from what I saw earlier..." Harry said tragically. "Ok, that you saw prior, I likewise didn't expect that, even I was additionally stunned by what Harry did." Said Arosh.