Romans & histoires Harry Is Forced To Marry Snape Fanfiction Mpreg

“Rowling, my love for you has never changed!” “I was forced to do it before, but I still love you.” “Love?” I let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Do you remember what you said when you and Mia held the public blood pact ceremony?” “When you knew she hired a werewolf priest to carve forbidden runes on me—with the purpose of preventing my awakening and stripping me of my bloodline—was that love?” His face turned pale. He slowly closed his eyes, as if the weight of it all had finally become unbearable.

Already, I start to stretch my legs open once more. He rolls into the space I’ve made just for him. I already wear his mating bite mark. We couldn’t wait for the ceremony to fully belong to each other. He gently grazes his teeth over the mark on my neck as he lays claim to my body once more. “And you, Harper, are mine.” The End

I can never let her die because I would be well and truly alone. “Selena, you don’t have to,” Mami shook her head. “We could run. We’ll sell the gold and—" “No,” I refused and shook my head vehemently. “I have made a decision." My insides went numb as I whispered to Nadira’s delight. I’ll go through with the ceremony. I will marry the dark prince." The next hour passed in a blur. Mami feigned sickness because she couldn’t bring herself to watch me start my nightmare.

Flint asked while looking at her going to our wedding car. "Just wait and you will see. She'll carry my son or daughter, but I will make sure to make her suffer and regret agreeing with this," I said. "Actually bro, there's no need for you to get mad at her that much. You can still enjoy your singlehood even though you're a married man. Just keep your profile low or your company will be put in danger," Harry suggested and patted my shoulder.

The two packs had been close since their fathers’ generation, and Harry and Chloe had grown up together as childhood friends. Two years ago, the Fangtooth Pack had been targeted by the leader of the rogue wolves, leading to a devastating war. If not for the Blackmoon Pack stepping in, Fangtooth might have been destroyed or at least crippled. Half a month ago, Chloe had come to Harry in secret. “I’m pregnant. I don’t know who the father is. Only you can help me now.” Harry agreed to her request and promised to make her his Luna. However, there had been one condition.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

If she knew that I was being criticized for being someone's mistress because of him, she would be angry and upset. Hayden felt that I was behaving strangely. He paused for a moment before saying, "In just a few more days, I'll be able to divorce Scarlett. We can get married after that." He then retrieved two gift bags from under his office desk. "I especially asked a friend to buy these from abroad. They're supplements for Mrs. Atwell." I gazed at him and took a deep breath. It was too late. Mom could no longer accept his sincerity. Hayden was rather confused by my silence, but just as he was about to ask about it, his phone suddenly started ringing.

"Fuck off, Harry. Forget it. Go back to your harem. I don't want to make the same mistake over and over. The acceptance in his gaze terrified her more than rejection ever could. "But you will anyway, won't you? Fuck, I'm an idiot. What have you been thinking of me this whole time, Lil? I'm yours, yours alone. I paid your mom to help me blend in so that I could hide in plain sight, Lily. It's not a love marriage. It's an arrangement. The 'harem' you think I'm fucking? They're assassins sent by a mafia king. Daddy's on the run, Lil. That's why I didn't—" Harry blurted out the surreal truth. He'd never hidden his past as a mafia assassin from her, but she didn't know he was running. In danger.

As Charles spoke, a sense of resignation washed over him, mixed with a glimmer of hope that this final act would finally bring him the closure and peace he desperately sought. "Richard, I don't have much time left," Charles continued, his voice trembling. "Let me do the ritual and bring Regina back to life, or the darkness will find her once again. I can't bear the thought of losing her forever. This is my last chance to make things right and save us both from this eternal torment." Charles's hands shook as he took Regina's hands in his arms, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination. He knew that this ritual was his only shot at undoing the mistakes of the past and reuniting

Feeling like a character in a fairy tale, Harper picked up the orchid wreath and walked along the path with a sense of expectation. Upon reaching its end, she halted. There stood Wyatt, positioned against the horizon. The sea breeze played with his white shirt, and though his back was to the setting sun, his eyes gleamed with affection. He extended his hand, and Harper rushed to him, embraced by his warmth. Cupping her chin, he peered into her eyes with an expression that quickened her heartbeat. "Harper," Wyatt said cherishingly, "will you marry me?" A wave of emotion surged over Harper. She nodded fervently, tears welling up in her eyes, "Yes, Wyatt, a thousand times yes."