Evil Harry Potter Fanfic Novels & Stories

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

"I love trying new things. An innocent young woman like her is exactly my favorite. Of course, a mature stunner like Mabel is also very much to my liking. I'm sure having both of them in bed together would be an entirely different experience, it would be a mix of two extremes and I'd probably die from pleasure! "Haha, I can hardly wait anymore. For the sake of my happiness, you'd better hurry up!" Harry had already planned everything, after forcing Woody to cripple his own martial arts aura, he would take him along to the hotel. He wanted Woody to kneel at the door and watch as he had sex with Mabel and Penny. He wanted to satisfy his twisted psychological desires! Mabel lashed out, "Harry,

Chapter Twenty-four Trixie drifted in and out of consciousness. Three figures stood over her, holding hands and chanting. The room felt so thick with corruption that it was hard for her to breathe. A strange feeling washed over her, like she was losing a piece of herself. Fighting to hold it back with all her might, her mouth opened to scream, and a golden mist leaked out of her. Clamping her lips together, she realized that the evil force would suck out her soul, leaving her empty and lifeless. As a tear rolled out of one eye, she heard a commotion in the hallway. The surrounding magic weakened, and Trixie’s energy and strength started to return–but it didn’t last.

"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!"

she asked, looking at me incredulously, not believing a single word I just said. "Believe it or not, but that's what happened," I said, looking out of the window to see the castle up ahead. I had just noticed it when a worried Valoric had brought a servant boy, hoping I could feed well, but I couldn't—it felt sickening and poisonous. I immediately knew it had something to do with Maeve because she had grazed her finger when I picked her up, but her blood still smelled as good as ever. I fed her some of mine to seal her wound completely.

A couple was having sex on the desk. The girl’s straddling a guy, grinding her hips while flipping her hair like a whip. Her naked boobs bounced like two freaking melons. She casually turned her head and she saw me. “FUCK!” she screamed. I hastily wanted to back out of the room. But it was too late. The guy lying on the desk turned his head to me. He’s got dark hair, green eyes, and the face of an angle. Ezra Ravenshire. The Lycan King’s heir narrowed his eyes at me. The expression on his face turned deadly.

"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!"

The three of them together on a park bench, the girl on Dorian’s lap, Lara leaning against him, forming a picture of domestic happiness that tore me apart inside. She looks happy. The thought hurt like a knife stuck in my chest, twisted slowly. “How can she be happy after everything she did?” “How can he be happy with her, after everything she did to him? After the spell, the manipulation, the kidnapping?” At night, I dreamed of the girl. The girl with black hair and grayish-green eyes, so similar to Dorian that she was almost a miniature of him. In the dreams, I approached slowly, touched the child’s face with my fingertips, and the entire world exploded in white light — a light that burned

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.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, my fingers wrapping around her bones like iron shackles, while my other hand gripped her jaw, forcing her face up so she had nowhere else to look but into my dark, unhinged eyes. "You like playing with fire, pet?" I hissed, my voice dropping to a gravelly, lethal whisper right against her ear as I ground my hips forward, relentless and unforgiving. "Let’s see how long you burn before you break." "You're... you're insane, Draco," she choked out, her voice trembling, though whether from the overwhelming sensation or the sheer terror, I couldn't yet tell.