Harry Potter Buys An Island Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Let herself feel owned and obsessed over and completely, ridiculously cherished. “Tell me you love me,” he said after. “I love you,” she whispered. “And I’m still going to destroy you.” “Good,” he gasped. “Do it.” The island had no name because it didn’t need one. Vane had bought it before he’d even met her which was either the most romantic or most psychotic thing she’d ever heard, possibly both and it was basically a fever dream of white stone and infinity pools and windows that looked like the ocean was inside with them.

I'm such an idiot. "I have to head somewhere. Can I talk to Isabella for a minute?" Both Harry and his girlfriend turn to me. Harry glares at me but the girl looks at me with an unreadable expression. I don't care what they think so I move towards Izzy. Harry looks conflicted but is pulled towards the door. I wait for the door to shut before looking at the mother of my baby.

Hecate intertwined her slender fingers into mine, then the both of us started heading towards the door, we got out of the house, and we immediately walked towards the beach. "Hecate... Since when did you buy this island??" I asked. "Well, my grandparents gave this island to me, if we didn't break up and got married, this island is supposedly we're gonna have our honeymoon." Hecate said, casually. I immediately stop in my tracks and look down, then I gently let go of Hecate's hand. "Hey, love what's wrong???" Hecate asked, then I felt her hands cupping my cheeks, gently guiding me to face her.

"That city really never sleeps. Night feels like a day. And the nightlife is crazy there. Life is fast as if everyone is in hurry. It makes you feel sad about how they couldn't appreciate the things given to them." "You will take me?" "Yes. Living in that penthouse is crazy or we can stay in our hotel but I prefer to have our privacy." She bit her lip. "And Florida, how that sounds? You can go to Harry Potter theme park. See the diagonal alley. We'll buy a wand for you. Elder Wand." "Diagon Alley," She corrected. I cracked a smile. Even in her nightmares, she couldn't stop her bookish thoughts.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

Isabella Parker is the perfectly imperfect girl with half parts sass and half parts innocence mixed with a perfect life. She has loving parents who adore her beyond anything, two younger siblings whom she loves beyond anything. She is in her graduation with 2 great friends, everything seems going perfect UNTIL ONE Day The day she gets kidnapped! One small favour to a classmate messes everything up? Or does it! Isabella has caught eye of an mysterious man, who wouldn't let her go BUT Something at the back of her mind tells her that she knows this man!

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

She was more concerned about how Harry got it since she was sure enough that it would be nearly impossible to have this here on the real world. “You had this all along? H-How?” She asked confusedly. “I remember we threw this onto the waters on the island, right?” Harry was indescribably happy that America remembers everything now and hearing her say things that was meaningful to him makes him overjoyed. “It was given to me by the enchantress when I was in Maldives and visited your—” He stops himself as soon as he remembered what Judith told him. America’s brows creasing when Harry got silent all of a sudden, “Visited my?”

He said, grabbing her chin and tilting up her face towards us. "...is certainly young and filled with a lot of fire." His words disgusted me in a way I never thought was possible and I forgot I was supposed to be mad at Isla for going against my initial plan. Looking more closely, I realized that there was a leash around her neck, like a fucking animal on display. She flinched with every movement of Harry's hand, indicating how often she's been abused by him. "She's a personal gift from my oldest friend..." Harry continued his speech, eyes zeroing on Isla.

Mia When Harry said he wanted to get away, I thought he meant a weekend in the Hamptons. Maybe a luxury hotel with overpriced champagne and a spa I’d never want to leave. I didn’t expect a private island. “I bought it two years ago,” he said casually as the helicopter circled over turquoise waves and lush green cliffs. “Never found the right reason to use it.” I glanced at him, wind whipping my hair as I stared down at paradise. “And now?”