Harry Potter Emancipated Before Hogwarts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Take it off,” Nelvan said. Linda gripped her own shirt in fear, “Do I have to undress in front of you?” she asked. “Then do you want me to take it off?” said Nelvan angrily. ___ 2 hours before their wedding, a couple who were going to live happily ever after ran aground seconds before the wedding vows. The bride's betrayal made Nelvan hate women, so to vent his anger, Nelvan asked several maids to serve him. However, none could last more than a week to serve the abusive Nelvan. Until one day there was a maid who tried to be patient in order to continue her younger brother's schooling. So, can the Maid survive Nelvan's arrogant and violent attitude?

"Are you my dad?" ***** Six years ago, Kyra signed a contract to be just a temporary Luna to the rider Alpha Ryker since he rejected her due to her status as an omega, and offered her money to fake their bond. Kyra accepted because she needed the money to save her dying sister. But after the first night, she disappeared before dawn. Now she works at a motorcycle racing arena with a secret—a six-year-old son who just asked the Rider Alpha if he's his father. Ryker suspects the truth, but before Kyra can confess, his mistress arrives with news that broke the fragile connection they were beginning to build. But sometimes, some contracts can't be broken because some bonds refuse to die no matter what.

I come from an old-money family. My grandfather's will was ironclad: whoever gets an Ivy League acceptance letter unlocks 25% of a massive trust fund and a seat on the family board. Out of four siblings, I was the only one who stood a chance. Every night, my mother Victoria carefully made me a cup of "organic brain-boosting matcha." My twin sister Chloe and younger brother Mason never got that privilege. The night before the December SAT—the last chance for Regular Decision Ivy scores—Victoria handed me my green matcha as usual. The next day, my mind went completely blank during the test. I blacked out. I missed that application season. Meanwhile, Chloe—who spent her time at yacht parties and couldn't read an equation—miraculously got an offer from UPenn and sailed right onto the board. The second year, right before the test, my snobby cousin Brianna reached for my matcha. Victoria slapped her hand away and screamed: "Don't touch Ava's things!" That exam, I got severe stomach cramps and was rushed to the ER by ambulance. I had to drop out again. And Brianna—who only cared about designer bags—somehow got into Cornell and took her board seat. The whole family popped champagne in our Upper East Side penthouse. I became the laughingstock of Manhattan's elite, having missed two application seasons in a row. Why did my body crash like clockwork, right at the final, life-changing SAT? Prepping for the third time, I took no chances. For three days before the test, I ate only gluten-free detox meals controlled by a private nutritionist. But the night before the big test, Victoria smiled and brought me that familiar cup of green matcha.

“ You lied to me! You weren’t who you showed yourself to be! I hate-“ before she could say those three words, I sealed her mouth shut with a rough kiss.

After I was killed by my husband and my sister, I was reborn. This time, I will Make up for the mistakes made before, especially for the man I betrayed, and take revenge to the people who betrayed me.

My Alpha King mate Ethan Stone didn't know that our four-year-old daughter Lily suffered from kidney failure. Before her surgery, her greatest wish was for her father to take her to the amusement park on her birthday. She wanted to spend time with him alone. I knelt before Ethan Stone, begging him to fulfill our daughter's wish. He promised he would. But on her birthday, Lily waited in the cold wind for him. She waited until she coughed up blood and fainted, yet he never showed up. Her condition worsened, and the emergency treatment failed. Before she died, she asked me with tears in her eyes, "Mommy, why does Daddy like Victoria's daughter Emma but not me? Am I not good enough?" My daughter left this world with regret in her heart! From her small hand fell a phone, playing a video. In the video, her father had rented out the largest amusement park in town and was celebrating a birthday with Victoria's daughter. After her daughter died, Olivia completely gave up and left Ethan, but the high-handed Alpha King looked for Olivia all over the world, begging her to give him another chance.

On the day the privileged heiress, Olivia Cruz, and I register our marriage, she leaves me and Mom stranded on a deserted road before running off to her childhood sweetheart, Brad McCoy. Rage triggers Mom's cardiac arrest, so I call Olivia in anxiety, begging her to come back and save Mom. But she just says a cold line before ending the call, "Not this again. Every time I have to step away, your mom suddenly has heart pain. Your family sure knows how to put on a show, huh?" With that, Mom misses her chance at rescue and dies. That night, a mutual friend posts online. "Growing up together is a whole different kind of bond!" The post shows Olivia perched on Brad's lap with his hand resting on her waist. It's the perfect picture of intimacy that leaves little to the imagination. I expressionlessly tap on the like button before typing my comment. "Is this what you meant by 'something important'?" The friend sneers. "Relax, it's just a game of Truth or Dare. I can't believe you're taking it so seriously." Olivia doesn't even bother to explain, but when I walk away without a word, she finally panics.

Feared by the world and worshipped by none, Empress Halrem Vaelith has spent ten glittering years ruling the Silver Empire with unmatched brilliance, merciless vanity, and a cruelty sharp enough to ruin men without ever staining her hands with blood. Then the Beast Emperor came for her. Draevor Kaine, the war-born sovereign of the Black Dominion, has crushed kingdoms beneath his boots, slaughtered monsters with his bare hands, and bowed to no living soul. Yet the moment he stood before Halrem’s throne, he did the impossible. He knelt. What should have been a scandal soon becomes the continent’s most dangerous legend. He lays empires, victories, and treasures at her feet. She answers him with cold disdain. He worships her with a devotion that borders on madness, and Halrem finds herself intoxicated by the one man powerful enough to destroy the world and foolish enough to love only her. But long before he ever touched her hand, Draevor was cursed. The day he willingly kneels for love, the woman he worships will die. Now Halrem is slowly dying, Draevor is unraveling before two empires, and a love built on pride, obsession, and ruthless devotion is forced into a battle against fate itself. For the Beast Emperor can burn kingdoms to ash. But he would sooner set heaven on fire than lose his wicked empress.

They call him a monster. A killer. The rogue wolf who slaughtered his own pack. But Aria Steele knows the truth the moment she finds him bleeding at her border: Kade is her fated mate. And her father, the most ruthless alpha in North America, will rip him apart the second he finds out. Aria has three days before the full moon ceremony where she’s supposed to accept another wolf’s claim. Three days before her father discovers the rogue she’s hiding in the old cabin. Three days before the pack that wants Kade dead tracks him to her territory. But Kade is keeping secrets. Dark ones. The kind that got his entire pack slaughtered and could get Aria killed for protecting him. When bodies start appearing on Steele land, torn apart by claws that aren’t quite wolf, Aria realizes the horror: Kade’s past didn’t just follow him here. It’s already inside her gates. Now she must choose: turn in her mate to save her pack, or trust the rogue everyone says is a murderer and face the monster he’s been running from all along. Because some bonds are worth killing for. And some secrets are worth dying to protect.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been living next door this entire time, yet he never noticed.” It was only then that I realized my mother forbad me from entering Sean's room, not because it would make her grieve her son again, but because it was directly connected to the house next door. I was truly too foolish. Right up until a month before my death, I was still thinking about visiting their graves.