Harry Claims His Titles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

When the time was right, all he had to do was offer his services once again, and maybe he would then be reinstated or be promoted to another position altogether. Damian looked at Harry, still howling and crying on the ground, covered in a layer of cold sweat, and asked sarcastically, "Say, Harry, Douglass broke your leg. Are you sure you're going to put up with that? "Wanna call your mommy?" When he heard that, Harry gritted his teeth and growled murderously, "You're both dead, Damian and Douglas! I'm going to get my mom to kill the both of you!" With that, Harry shakily grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialled a number.

Henry warned, looking toward the approaching storm. “With pleasure!” Harry's menacing eyes sent a chill down my spine. Charging at me, he grabbed my tail, throwing me against the rocks. I roared in pain, and then his claws began to cut into my flesh, accompanied by bites. Due to his ego and arrogance, Harry didn't realize that I had passed my claws through his belly, making him hiss. “Damn it!” Harry growled, taking a few steps back. “In the end, you got me, didn't you, hybrid?”

Harry should actually be the one treated with violence. "She's my girlfriend." He said it like it was something normal. Harry has never, ever had a girlfriend except for fucking girls for one night just like he did to me. I bet he was even lying to me that he had feelings for me just to get to have a taste of me. I'm such a fool. I forgot I've always been. Change is never constant for Harry. "Meet Emilia. Emilia this is Elena. My foolish bestie and....so on." He introduced me to her. He only made me more upset. He called me Elena and a foolish friend and the rest....we both know. Well played Harry.

I gazed at his broad back, a gasped-breath whisper escaping me. "No..." His golden eyes swung back to me, the edge of his lips turning into a small, knowing grin. "You've figured it out." I gasped in throat. He was Kael Draven, the Lycan King. The most strong and deadly creature alive, and I had just informed him his affairs were none of his concern. The warriors promptly fell to their knees, profoundly head bowed, none of them brave enough to meet him eye to eye. The leader spoke up, his voice cracking. "Your Majesty... we intended no disrespect."

"I know, Susan, I know. Yesterday… yesterday I lost the little sanity I had left. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I still can’t. I can’t believe she has feelings for him." "Why not? If she never felt anything for you, maybe it’s because you were never man enough for her." "Daniel!" "If you lay a hand on her, I’ll kill you." "Oh, I’d love to see you try! I want to hear what excuse you’ll give your pregnant wife! You started this stupid game, and I’ll finish it. With her by my side. You’d better forget about her because she’s going to be my wife. For real." Harry stormed out the same way he had come in—furious but completely defeated. He knew everything now. He had seen her flirting with

Ana and Harry arrive at a luxurious room on the second floor. They sat on the king size bed in silence. Ana looked around at the room she was currently living in. "What did you do to my mom and dad? Why are they here and I don't know? " "Father will marry us" Harry answered Ana's questions as needed. He didn't care how Ana reacted. All he wanted was to marry Ana and have her completely. “Sir, please don't force me to marry you! I really. . . do not want"

The village chief was shocked. Did she have a misunderstanding? Harry was the heir of the Cogen family and had tens of listed companies under his name. How was he not good enough for her?

"That's right! We want you to be an independent heroine of your own story!" "Madam, your loyal servant has finally arrived! Do you need an assistant? I can do anything, and whatever I can't, I'll learn. Please hire me!" "Harry said he wants to wear sibling outfits with you. Can't you grant his wish?" "I believe Harry will be a sister-obsessed man in the future. Just look at how eager he gets every time he's around Giselle. It's unbearable to watch." "I'm not the only one who noticed? He definitely has attention-seeker potential."

It doesn't feel like I do. "Grayson? He's here?" "Yep. Weren't you listening?" "I am. Was. Sorry. It's a lot of information." "Weird, inconclusive downright crazy information?" "More like stuff of a fantasy novel kind of information." "Huh?" "The blood bind thing? It sounds like magic. Dark magic." I snorted. "Magic's not real Char."

"He doesn't know what he wants. He’s an ancient, starving thing who’s been alone way too long. He found a curiosity, a toy he’s puffed up into a title you’ll never understand." She stopped right in front of me, leaning in until I could smell that rotting orchid scent commit off of her. Her gold eyes burned with pure jealousy. "He belongs to the Vespera. Our bloodlines are written in the stars, not some pathetic, accidental contract with a grandfather who had no idea what he was selling." she said. "If you have something to say to the King, tell him yourself," I said, my voice steady. "But I wouldn't insult his Consort again. It didn't end well for Valerius."