Harry Potter Angry Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wonder if some of them ran away. I wanted to kill that bastard myself! Where was he or his body? What the fuck! I angrily began to search for the fucking bastard. “What are you searching for? Let's go!” Harry protested, but I ignored him. “There's someone I want to kill myself” I spat through gritted teeth as I looked through all the dead men on the ground. My eyes turned red in anger, “The fucker isn't here!” I gnashed my teeth. “So? You want to wait for him?” Harry asked, his eyes dancing in amusement and his lips shaking. He was trying hard not to burst into laughter.

Excuse us," Harry walked headed to the library, The astonishingness on the faces of Amber, Aunt, and Daddy was obvious. I followed Harry. My chest was pounding, and I wanted to punch and kick Harry, but I didn't want to be even worse in Dad's sight, so I held back my anger. "What's wrong?"Harry asked us if we entered the library. I punched him but he just caught my fist! Damn! The heat of my chest seemed like I wanted to break Harry's face especially when Amber's frightened and pale face popped up in my mind. " "Are you ready to kill me and Amber just for the wealth you dream of?"Holding my breath as I asked.

Cause if he is that's just wrong. "Your father doesn't need a legacy, he's a pig and deserves nothing" she spits at him with dark eyes, okay I'm seeing the family's first spat "you're father left his family and you still want to praise him!" She shouts causing a sleeping Amelia to wake up and begin to cry, I reach over slyly taking her out his angry mother's arms and into mine to calm her down. "Our dad was an amazing father and husband, but you drove him away, that's just what you do mother!" Anthony shouts standing up wow he's really mad, I've only seen him this angry at ink and we all know how that turned out, with a pole.

But since Harry hadn't paid him, he may not agree. Harry bumped his fist on the table. He was close to getting it, but it was working, and it annoyed him. He had to think fast and smart. Then it clicked. He had seen a weird-ass poster on F******k about a certain spy agency, but he scrolled past it because he didn't think he was going to need it. Now he needed it more than ever.

“I think your aunt forgot you’re just a boy who loves to play. I'm your friend you know, you can always play with me .” She tilted her head and smiled at the little boy. “And I think maybe you both had a scary moment and need a little time to breathe.” Khan looked up at her, his lashes still wet. “She gets mad a lot lately.” He cried. “I'm sure she's just stressed.” She looks at the absent minded aunty Rain as she hugs Khan.

In addition, we have another problem. I looked at Ulric and saw concern in his eyes. - What's up? - I asked immediately. - Brady freaked out on me. He's not fine. It feels like, since Angel arrived, his sanity has deteriorated. Today I got pissed and yelled at him, and I didn't like what I saw on his face. He looked at me with hate. - Brady? But he's been our friend since we were little pups. It must be stress. Angel's face is almost a copy of his mother's. He must be having a hard time.

Then instinct took over, and with it, the familiar surge of anger and arrogance that had always been his armor. “What the hell is this?” Harry snapped. “You think this is funny? Dragging me out here like this?” Alexander didn’t respond. Harry’s anger flared hotter at the silence. “You can’t do this,” he went on, jabbing a finger in Alexander’s direction. “My father will hear about it. He’ll deal with you for pulling a stunt like this, you hear me?” Still nothing. Alexander simply watched him. “My father is powerful,” Harry continued, his voice rising. “You won’t even know what hit you. You’ve made a big mistake.”

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

Like he’s scared I might run. Like he’s scared he might. “You’re going to ruin me,” he whispers. I swallow. “You already ruined me.” Something changes in his face. Control snaps. Just snaps. He kisses me again. Hard. Not gentle this time. Not hesitant. This kiss is angry. Hungry. Like months of fighting just broke loose. My fingers clutch his shirt. His hands hold my waist. We stumble back. Hit the bed. Neither of us cared. Neither of us are thinking. Only feeling.

Before I could say anything else, she shoved me. I stumbled back a step, my drink nearly slipping from my hand. “Hey!” Before I could do anything, Leah snapped, she grabbed a fistful of Avery’s hair and yanked her backward. Avery screamed, reaching for Leah. Within seconds, the argument exploded into a full-blown fight. People around us backed away, some laughing, others pulling out their phones. “Ouchhh” Avery shouted, struggling to free her hair from Leah’s grasp. “How dare you harass my best friend?” She gritted her teeth, dragging Avery's hair around, like an animal.