Harry Potter Fanfiction Betrayed Novels & Stories

I’d long finished the cake, but the scent of red velvet -my favorite scent- was stronger than ever. I kept walking towards him as if pulled by some unknown imaginary string. It wasn’t until Marietta grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her was whatever spell that came over me broke. I blinked, the rest of the room coming into focus. I almost didn’t believe what had happened, if not for the red rage in Marietta ’s eyes and the shock emanating from everyone else, I would have probably gaslighted myself into believing something else. But it had happened. Lucas was my mate. My heart raced as I stared at him.

He asked her concerned as he patted her back soothingly. Hazel shook her head still crying, “Harry...he is so bad...He is so blinded in rage and jealousy...that he doesn’t even realise I love him so much! So much that it’s hurt! He doesn’t believe me! He thinks I betrayed him!” Hazel cried so badly. “He didn’t investigated! He didn’t! He didn’t trust me! He never checked or looked of I was innocent! How can he be so unjust!” Hazel cried out so deeply hurt.

"I didn't want this, but... you..." I nodded slowly, trying to process everything she was telling me. "Well, you are here and that's all that matters to me. You're mine, Sarah,” I growled, my voice low. Dropping the mug on the counter, I walked back to her and crashed her body into mine. Her body stiffened but she didn't push me away. “You lost that right, Ryder, when you betrayed me.” Not completely, I guess because she trembled as my fingers traced her naked arm.

I asked. “Wait. I’m coming” he said and then disappeared. I sighed and rested my arms on my waist. Someone joined me and I guessed it’s Hudson. “So what is it?” I asked. “I want to talk to you” I heard a voice answer me and I raised my head up immediately only to see Harry in front of me. Damn it! Hudson betrayed me! I quickly turned back and made to leave but he held my hand stopping me. My heart started beating as I felt his touch and I’m sure my brain would stop working soon.

I say with a hollow voice, my eyes becoming glassy. He reaches out and gently strokes my face. “I’ve messed up a lot, especially with you, but this way I no longer will. We’ve come so far as to lose our friendship and I’ll always be close by. I’d say come with me, but your heart is here, with your alpha, and so is your destiny. I wish he knew how lucky he is to have you as his.” Why do I feel like I am about to lose a part of myself? Why does his choice feel like a betrayal?

"How can it be real? It's not me. I don't know how else I can convince you that the girl in the picture is not me. I would never betray you, Harry. I love you so much. I..." She wanted to tell him about the baby so badly but in his state of disbelief, she fears it would only make things worse. She cried out in pain when Harry pulled her hair and yank it back roughly. She never see it coming. "Go to hell with your love, you fucking whore!" He gritted those words with so much anger, so much hate she could feel it burns her skin.

she promised, moving toward a small table I hadn’t noticed before. She picked up a knife. *“How do you want it? Fast and painless? Or…” She raised the blade, her eyes gleaming. “Slow and painful?” she whispered in a tone so evil it chilled my blood. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks—not from fear, but from the crushing betrayal. She was once my best friend. “You were my best friend, Sophie. I loved you. How can you hold so much hatred inside?”

Assets on a ledger. His fingers locked onto Cassandra's hand. Lifted it. Displayed it like a trophy. The whispers started instantly. Sharp as glass shards, they cut through the silence Ava had mistaken for anticipation. "Is that his little placeholder over there?" "The Hale girl. Three years, and he never did make it official." "A mere distraction. A thoroughbred needs a real Luna, not some mid-tier wolf from a side-street pack..." Ava didn't hear the rest. Her blood had become very loud in her ears.

Everyone left around 5pm, and she was left alone. Deep in thought, she was startled when her phone rang. She checked the screen and frowned cus she didn't recognize the number but picked it anyway. "Hello" and when a familiar deep husky voice answered she froze. It has been decades since they last spoke, and what was he about to tell her? Was he going to explain what he did? She didn't need any of his explanations cus he betrayed her. "Are you still on? Hello, Zainab." She hung up, though she desperately wanted to scold him, say all sorts of unthinkable words to him. But the other voice that wanted to scream at him, how much she love him, was stronger than the former.