Harry Potter And Bellatrix Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Besides, if magic was real, why couldn't this guy be a psychic? 'And maybe I'll grow a tail and swim away,' she thought dreamily. 'If only.' She felt her smile grow wider with every step Damien took in her direction. When he stopped in front of her and took the leash from Psychic Boy, Damien looked at her like she'd gone crazy. "I don't remember you ever smiling this much," he commented. He had a point. "Uh, well, you make me happy," Belle explained. "The spell has turned her into your dog," Psychic Boy offered an alternative theory. "If she had a tail it would be wagging. She whines all day when you're gone. Obeys your every command."

"You know he won't let you go that easily." Bella's tearful eyes met mine, and I could see the desperation etched into her features. "He had no right to keep me here," she insisted, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and anger. I allowed my smile to linger, knowing that this moment was a crucial turning point in our twisted little game. "I'll be right back," I announced casually, as if I were stepping out for a leisurely stroll. Turning on my heel, I exited the room, leaving Bella alone with her thoughts.

Anthony lifted his arms, soaking in the cheers as he circled the ring. Belle quickly turned her face away, praying he wouldn’t see her. “Belle!” Then, without warning, a shout burst from the ring. Belle's heart stopped. She looked back, and Anthony’s eyes locked right on her. Oh shit, she cursed inwardly. "What the hell are you doing here, Bellatrix Watson?"

Alexander's POV I felt so good seeing Bella cry like a baby, it brought joy to my heart and I want her to cry more often, I hate her so much, more than the devil. I closed my eyes but sleep was far away from me so I opened them and crawled out of my bed like a worm, I yawned loudly and left the room. Bella is nowhere to be found, she must have gone somewhere to cry her eyes out, my phone rang and I picked up the call immediately when I realized it was Alexia

he asked, raising a brow at her. Slowly, her lips curved into a cold and dangerous sneer. "The plan didn't fail; she actually made it easier. Bellatrix did not realize she just summoned death by denying the proposal. What couldn't happen fifteen years ago will happen now, and this time, no one can save her—not even her powerful husband...."

I pull my finger out and lean in kissing my new favourite snack once before moving to look at my beautiful mess of a little witch. Bellatrix is lying her long strawberry blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo, her cheeks have a pink flushed glow as she basks in her afterglow. Before I get a chance to say anything I feel a push on my mind as someone tries to mind-link me. I push it away as I want to enjoy this moment and memorise every single thing about this first time.

“Everyone in my room is enjoying themselves. I don't force anyone at all. See- am I forcing anyone to do anything? No one cares about the world. There is no sorrow or pain in this house. Just joy and joy. All your sorrows will be forgotten if you are here. Won't you, girl?" "No-lustful woman, your joy is dirty. I hate to stand here. Let me go." "You're so stubborn, girl. Well, go for it. And yes, do you know how to get out of here?" "I'll find out." Bellatrix turned around, her face stiff. Soon she paused to see the two men stepping out the door. They are coming here after seeing her come out. She remembered the piece of glass hidden in her chest. But will this little piece of glass protect

Across from me, Markos poured himself a drink, fingers steady, smiling coldly. “It’s been a while since we played chess, mate,” he said, gesturing to the board. “Let’s have a game. If you win…” He swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “You get Bella.” He didn’t need to say what I’d lose if I didn’t. Bella was caged in the gigantic glass cell, her hands bound loosely, bruised and bleeding. The chains were tight enough to hurt. Across the hallway, Markos watched her through a security monitor, sipping dark espresso with a smirk tugging at his lips.

Devon started, his voice low. "Devon! Bella! We doing this or what?" Marcus's voice carried up from the garage, irritated and impatient. The spell broke. Bella ducked past Devon and practically ran for the stairs, the resistance bands still pressed against her chest like a shield. Behind her, she heard Devon exhale slowly. She didn't look back. That afternoon, Bella volunteered to pick up groceries. Anything to get out of the house, away from the garage where Devon was putting Marcus through another round of exercises, away

I bite my lip. I wanted to make her addicted to my caresses, to make her a slave to my kisses but I think the roles have been reversed. Zeus! I have drunk her blood again and that is dangerous, so much magic runs through her veins that I could easily end up addicted to the substance. Today on the beach I couldn't contain myself.Magic literally gushed out of her.