Harry Is Forced To Marry Snape Fanfiction Mpreg Novels & Stories

“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.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

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.

Gemila subconsciously grabbed his hair as she leaned her head back, exposing her neck more to him. Harry bit her neck for a while before licking and kissing it hard. He loved marking his preys just before devouring them. He finally pulled away and his gaze settled on her gown. “I want to rip this gown to shreds." He said and Gemila gasped, blushing hard. She had known Harry to be rough in bed. The first time she had given herself to him years back, she wasn't able to walk well for three days. He tried his best to be gentle since it was her first time but he ended up crippling her.

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"

"When we go back to the pack... I won't say anything if you don't want me to. We can keep this a secret." "Why would you think I want to keep this a secret?" Harry looks into my eyes and brushes a strand of my brown hair aside. My heart fills with anxiety, leaving me unable to speak, so I simply lower my gaze sadly. "I already told you. You're mine, Elijah," Harry repeats, this time more firmly. "I have no intention of letting you go." "What does that mean?" "It means I want you to become my husband, my Luna. You're mine... Do you understand?"

He yells. “How dare you! Harry is ten times the man you are and I wouldn’t marry you if we were the last two people on earth! Get it through your thick skull. I don’t want you. I don’t care about your family or mine. I don’t want more power, I don’t want to pop out endless little Witch babies for you and there is NOTHING you can do to change my mind. Now get OUT before I am forced to call the authorities!” It takes every bit of power I have not to shove him. Harry delivers the final blow when he pulls me close, leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. I swear I nearly pass out on the spot and I feel a rush of his magic surging through me. He pulls back.