Harry Is Itachi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry doesn't get tired since he's totally built like an athlete. When I am back to normal and no longer panting like a sick dog . Harry says,"you called me haz" I look at him and reply," cause you are. You are my haz and will always be " He smiles and says," I missed this, you know" I smile back and my thumb grazes harry's hands so he holds my hand . I know I should stay away but I can't help breaking my own rule once in a while. "Will you ever tell me the reason?" He asks and it doesn't take a genius to know which reason he is talking about.

“You’ve no business assuming anything about our relationship.” Harry’s laughter, cold and mirthless, grated on my nerves. “I have no doubt you two are fated mates,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But don’t flatter yourself thinking you’ve got everyone fooled with this charade of yours. I can see right through it.”

When Dean told Mike I not only threatened him but threatened him with silver, Mike was going to lose it. Forcing all thoughts of Dean or Mike from my head, I focused on getting my breathing under control, then went inside. “There you are,” Harry said, setting down the newspaper he was reading. “I take it the day didn’t go so well,” he added after looking me over. With a shake of my head, I said, “I hope you remembered that sundae.” A frown tugged at Harry’s face and he nodded, getting up from his chair. I almost felt sorry for him. Even after all this time, he still held onto the hope that one day the pack would one day wake up and accept me. Yeah, that would never happen.

I smile sadly and add one last comment. “And I’ll ask you one last time. What are you going to ask me tonight?” I unlock my door and I’m about to swing it open when footsteps behind me have me whirling around. Harry is standing at the bottom of my steps. He looks exhausted and miserable. He is wearing a hoodie and has it pulled up over his head, like he’s trying to hide himself away. He has his arms wrapped around himself in what I imagine is meant to be a self comforting motion. I stare at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. His arms drop to his sides and he stares at his feet."

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

, I asked panicking still holding the vase. The man turned towards me. He had a grin on him. He was quite handsome, clean shaven and had the same colour of eyes as Zen's dressed in suit. He came towards me holding a smile on his face. "I guess we haven't meet yet", he said to me still grinning. "You dont know me but I do know you". I looked at him confused. "You are Haru Salvador. Your parents are Andre and Sakura Salvador. You work at Mode offices. And recently you are involved with a guy name Zen Kirishima who also happens to be the crown prince of Japan" , he narrated out as if he has been stalking me for months.

Emilio said, "I respect your choice." That answer reassured me, and my panic melted away. While waiting for the test results, I inadvertently spotted a familiar figure in the corridor. It was Harry, who didn't look as radiant as before. His brows were tightly knitted, his face heavy with worry. Clinging to his arm was another rich heiress. This was supposedly his latest attempt to produce an heir and claw back power from Emilio. Seeing me, he called out, "Julia?"

"Why are you fine? I drugged you! Why didn't it work?" "Oh my goodness! How stupid could she be?" I thought. Harry barked, "Shut up!" He was still clinging to his gold-digger fantasies. Wrapped in a blanket, he stepped through filth and walked toward me. His face was white as paper, cold sweat dripping with every painful step. I couldn't help asking, "Does your ass hurt?" He froze, then forced a smile he probably thought looked charming. But honestly, it looked terrifying. In a gentle voice, he asked, "Where did you go last night? Why didn't you come back?"

Yume shrieked angrily. Harry uttered, “Don’t say that about him. He’s—” Sitting next to Harry, Hagen scoffed and looked sternly at him. Harry felt his hair stand. Before they left, Kaze mentioned not to spill the beans on him. “You’re spineless, Harry! You’re scared of a loser. Don’t contact me again. From now on, you’re a stranger to me,” Yume said curtly. Harry wanted to say more, but Hagen took the phone from him and hung up on the call.

While walking chase after Debbie, Ivy didn't give up forcing her will to be able to happen. Debbie was silent, listening to her friend's words. It's not Ivy who gives up easily, she knows that very well by heart. “Yaiba, how about it? I know the meaning of the name is a sword. Because of my impression of him. Actually believe me or not, Harry has a sharp intuition, Yuki. Turns out he's the one with the taste.." And blah-blah-blah Ivy was still happy to bring up the topic of conversation around Harry throughout their journey back home.