Harry Potter Angry Novels & Stories

MONTY'S POV "Harry are damn joking with me?, What the heck are you saying!?, that you what to fucking Elope with Aura?, Harry what the heck is wrong with you huh?… You are supposed to be by my side at this point as your girlfriend rather than planning some silly shits that can never happen!" I yelled as I pumped air out of my mouth in anger as my eyes turned red showing how angry I was. Harry was really getting on my nerves that I just felt like strangling him to death at once because he ain't helping matters at all. He is rather making things tough for me with his endless and blind love story of Aurora.

“He’s really asking for it. What trashy young patriarch of the Clarke family is he? I think he’s just an arrogant brat!” At the same time, Harry’s expression changed with a flash of anger. He slammed out a palm like a tiger’s claw that carried the pressure of a rabid wolf and biting killing intent. He struck it at Philip’s chest! “Go to hell!” Harry shouted angrily! This attack was enough to destroy 10,000 pounds of boulders! However, Philip calmly watched as Harry’s forceful strike came toward him. He raised his hand at the same time and smacked out.

Tamara said. Harry was furious but knew that he had to keep his anger intact. He needed her at the moment. “I only need to talk to you, I don't have the energy or the urge to take revenge for what you did. I apologise to you for my arrogant behaviour. Will you please open the door so that we can talk,” Harry begged her.

he said I felt disgusted at his words but kept silent "I hate it when I'm being ignored, just say yes and stop proving hard to get" he yelled pissed off This time I turned to face him ready to give him a piece of my mind. "Harry, I don't know what part of NO you don't understand, I've told you, I don't want to have anything to do with you, and definitely not a night stand so get that into your stupid ass head" I yelled angry.

"Is that you, Allura?" I gritted my teeth as there was no time to answer, and everyone was in a panic as they tried to calm and hold down Haru, whose tantrum is getting violent, thrashing out as tears streamed down his face. Haru and I held eye contact and my eyes widened in fear. His expression is different, it was all fury and wrath. I never saw him like this before. "ZACHARIAS CRAIG KILLED MASK!" Haru screamed in hatred, but the workers covered his mouth in nervousness.

Harry said, “I think that’s a good idea.” “We’ll apologize after,” I said, standing up, “at least we’ll have helped him out.” “He must feel so bad right now. Should I go and check up on him?” “If he’ll let you see him,” I said, “I have somewhere else to go.” I watched Harry walk away before I walked toward Harper’s dorm room. I was going to give her a piece of my mind. I had held it in for long enough and it was about time I told her what was on my heart, what I really felt. I was angry and there was no stopping me.

she remarked with a tone full of scorn and confidence, as if she held all the winning cards in her hand. Her words were like a dagger, instantly piercing the hearts of everyone present. A surge of anger erupted within me, and the expressions of the others turned rigid in an instant. Harry’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles whitening from the pressure, while Peter’s face betrayed a barely contained fury. Our anger towards Neil’s plight was palpable, fueled not only by Yolanda’s contempt but also by the frustration we had long felt.

Harry tried to be polite, but he was still lacked the quality of being a polite person, and it obvious he was a pretentious act, he's close to being a gentleman "What do you want to do with my cellphone?" "I just want to confirm for myself, and I'll let you go in and enjoy the rest of the party, and we don't have to cross paths again tonight" he still tried to be polite, but his ego didn't want that of him, he's such a mean man, I thought to myself "What's wrong with you all British people" I yelled out, and suddenly felt angry "You Latino bitch isn't doing what we ask?" a guy standing close to Harry yelled at me "Hold her, check through her bag, we can't trust anyone at this point" Harry ca

She fumed, her fists clenched by her sides, her body practically vibrating with the intensity of her anger. Harry couldn’t suppress his grin any longer. Rita was all worked up, her voice cracking with frustration, and to be honest, it was a little endearing. He loved seeing her get passionate, even if it was over something like this. He didn’t let his amusement show though, not wanting to make her more upset. Instead, he kept his expression neutral, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. “I get it, Rita. I do,” he said, keeping his voice even. “But maybe… just maybe, you’re overreacting. You know how she is. She’s trying to climb her way up, and it’s not the first time she’s done th

Only when I said this did Harry slowly withdraw his fists, but he did not break the intense eye contact with Warren. "Pathetic." After smoothing out his collar, Warren left. Harry pulled his newly-dyed hair in frustration. "Ugh, I hate that I can’t teach that bastard his lesson right now!" "Trust me, ruining your future just for a fight with that kind of werewolf is not worth it.Just let it go." I patted Harry’s back to comfort him. Bullies like Warren were nothing new to me. I was practically immune from them already and I had come to the point where it was just unnecessary to care about it anymore.I then turned to Flora and felt a little guilty for her.