Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Abused Harry

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Conrad The desperate cry caught my attention and kept it. I turned just as Harry collapsed at Abigail's feet like a child that had been denied candy. Abigail stiffened, her hands rising instinctively to shove him off, but he clung to her like she was his last lifeline. It was just as pathetic as I imagined. “Aunty,” he whimpered. “Aunty Susanna—I tried—I tried to—”

she repeats, slower this time, "But you can't force me to stay here and let you fuck someone else in our house, too. You've cheated on me in every other corner of this earth, except here. I can’t believe you’re even stooping this low." "Shh," Aiden says and puts a hand over my mouth because, apparently, I'm crying. I don't even know why, don't ask. "I hear what I’m saying and I fucking hate myself too, but I'm losing my mind. I have a problem," Harry admits in a raw voice, "I can't fuck you as much as I need or in the way that I need right now, you wouldn't like it. I wouldn't like it, either."

“I’m just...I just want to make love to you, Alice. I just want what is rightfully mine.” “What rights? What fucking right when you were the one who threw me away? What rights do you have when you have insulted and denied your own flesh and without an ounce of guilt?” Her visions blurred from the tears pooling her eyelid. She was screaming her heart out and no doubt Harry’s guard can hear her even from outside. “You have lost all the right to touch me ever since you crucified me four fucking years ago! You have step on me more than enough, Harry. You have disrespected me so much and now trying to rape me? I hate you! I hate you for this!”

But there's just the tiniest chance he could, and that notion fills me with dread. He’s asleep. I can’t resist and gently touch his hair, smoothing it back from his face. He looks a lot cuter when he’s unconscious. I trail my fingers down his arms and listen to the sounds of his soft snores. He’s perfect. Better than any man I could have ever dreamed of. I feel my chest tighten, feel my heart skip a beat, the longer I continue to observe him. I’m afraid this is all a dream and that I’ll wake up to find I’m back to being the abused, pitiful Raven from before. The one who never stood up for herself and who was nothing more than a doormat. The woman I'm determined never to be again.

It's like Hunter is raping me. Every time Hunter moves, I feel the pain inside in me. This is not the first time I dream of making love to him. I want it to be full of love. But what Hunter is doing right now is like he is fucking a whore. I felt no pleasure. Just pure pain. It's like I'm being torn apart every time he thrust inside.

They both stood there looking innocent. "Harry!" I called in a cold, stern voice. "Yes, my Lord," Harry replied, moving forward to my view, walking away from my side. "Take Nana first. Have her flogged, her tongue cut off, her fingers chopped off, as she dared to poison me," I said, trying not to be too strict. Nana attempted to shapeshift and fly away, but Harry quickly shapeshifted and caught her, biting her neck and holding her down. Abigail stood with her head bowed, awaiting her punishment, not knowing what I had in store for her.

Yet, she couldn't picture herself with him in a romantic way again. After asking her to be his breeder, Morana couldn't find an ounce of respect for him. Brandon had not just calling her his whore, but forced her to remain confined in the dark basement. His words stung; his actions hurt. Maybe it was because of the mate bound. She didn't know much about the mate bond, but Morana hated how it made her fell. She hated that he had hurt her.

These ones are just a tip of the iceberg. Gemila froze the moment she heard what Harry said. Indeed karma spares no one. Harry had raped the innocent daughter of his enemy, same way Linus had raped her. Even though Harry didn't know her real identity but she was Harry's lover and she had nothing to do with their rivalry and yet even when disguised as his personal assistant, she still got punished for crimes she hadn't committed. . . Charles quickly ran out of his house. He was really late for the court case. He has slept off at the hospital yesterday and woke up late so he had to rush back home to freshen up.

If Harry keeps touching me like this, I won't be able to. Harry ignores my pleading gaze. Pretending to listen to my father's words, he slips his hand beneath my underwear and reaches my erection, gently stroking it until it hardens beneath his touch. This is insane! Trying to keep my composure, I lower my head and rest the notebook on my lap, pretending to write in it. At the same time, I grab Harry's wrist, but ignoring my touch, he keeps his hand inside my underwear. I can no longer control myself when his fingers move lower, pressing against my entrance from the outside, drawing a muffled moan from my lips. It begins to feel good...