Harry Potter Angry Novels & Stories

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy When I thought it could not get any worse, Mey had proved me wrong. Not only had she broke my heart, but she also had it trampled as well. There was nothing left but sadness, bitterness, and utter disappointment.

Winnie began, her words trailing nervously as she turned to look at me. "Or else nothing will happen," I interrupted firmly, keeping my eyes on the road. "Please, let's be positive. That clown can’t do more than a dead rat!" "Is it Mr. Handsome you're calling a clown?" Harry asked in his small voice as we stepped out of the car. His lips were pushed into a pout, his wide eyes full of innocence. I felt a flicker of anger rise in my chest, hot and sharp. That bastard deserves no pity, I thought, clenching my jaw as I shut the car door.

Victor stepped out, in anger. “Olivia,” he growled, his voice like a thunderstorm. She froze, her body shaking as he approached. “You really thought you could run away?” he said, his tone low. Victor grabbed her arm, pulling her close. His grip was tight, and the heat of his anger radiated off him. His face giving aura of obsession. To Be Continued...

As Arosh battles and attempts to get away from Harry's hug. "Damn it Harry! Release me!" Arosh expressed apprehensively to Harry, as she felt he was intending to follow through with something. All things considered, are you terrified of apparitions or me?' Harry asked while checking her lips out 'Damn Harry! Delivered me or disaster will be imminent” "Or probably what? Then, at that point, Harry turned her on the bed and she was currently lying on the bed and Harry was on top of her. Will you send me to Hell or cover me alive? "Grinning Harry ridiculed her.

And they had had enough of it today! … "Damn it! They really pissed me off this time!" "Grandpa! Are you really going to let this incident blow over just like this?" Harry was practically seething with anger as he questioned Jerome in the car. Jerome's face was grim. His eyes glinted maliciously as he gritted through his teeth, "Of course not! I'm not done with this just yet!"

Brooklyn snapped and Harry gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. "Brooklyn, there's something you need to know about me, I've got a very short temper," Harry said slowly. "You bring it out extremely easily. I've been holding it back, but you're going to make me snap." "How is your temper my fault?" She gasped. "Because you're fucking stubborn!" Harry snapped. "And you make me angry!" "And you make me angry! But you don't see me blaming you!" She said, her voice rising.

growled Harry. The crowd and the lurker suddenly fell silent. In his anger, Harry had briefly released his Alpha aura. Everyone present had felt as if they'd suddenly become the target of a great predator. "Free him," Harry ordered coldly, stepping firmly towards the lurker. The heavy clang of chains echoed as they fell into the dust of the earthen floor.

Harry was taken back by professional aura of a teenager but came straight to the point. “One million dollars.” As it was a time wastage to ask him why or when, Charlotte gave him her black card for payment. “Where is Angie? I want to see her.” Harry, whose smile was reaching to his ears displaying his yellow teeth, stretched his hand, “Come, beauty! Have a drink with us.” Charlotte gave a stinky eye to his beer belly and sneered, “I only drink with my age fellows.” He laughed vigorously, shaking his head, “Then you should go to the executive room. Your friend Angie is playing with your age fellows.”

He clenched his hands into fists and thought of choking Rogue to death. "Harry, think clearly," Oscar said as him and Kal caught up to Harry. "Don't let your emotions cloud your judgement." "I'm not an idiot," Harry snapped and he stopped in front of the old wooden door. "I can be angry and still kill the bitch." A loud bang filled the quiet air as Harry kicked the door open and walked into the cabin. It was small inside. Pushed up against the wall was a couch and Harry could hear the sound of a tv filling the small cabin. There wasn't much else and Harry frowned, looking around carefully.

Still anger was taking over him, seeing her reacting all hyper. “ Ofcourse! I should have left you to die! Even I would have.... if I knew you would be so ungrateful! ” Harry screamed, pushing his hairs back, as Sia tried to hold in her tears. Even if she knew this, it still hurt to listen this from him. “ You just never change, do you? ” Laughing a humorless laugh, he took a step forward, as Sia stepped back. “ But you know what! ” He screamed at her face, as she flinched seeing him so angry. His veins were poking out of his neck and his eyes turned bloodshot. It was hard to recognize him. He was not acting like his usual self.