Harry Potter Fanfiction Evil Harry Novels & Stories

Just like his mother did for his father. His mother contacted me a few years ago when Harry had that stupid girl. What was her name? Elisa? Ella? I can’t remember but whatever it was I got her out of the way. It was way too easy to get her drunk and in bed with his best friend. They were so drunk that was way too easy to get them in bed together. All I had to do was lift her skirt. Put his arm around her body and rip her underwear. I took some photos and voila. Harry fell for it. Just like I planned. For a moment I thought that Devin would rat me out because he saw me coming out of the bedroom where they were. But I guess he was too drunk to even remember. I should’ve involved him. Like that

Becca said, “together, we can make sure she never rises to whatever fate has planned for her. And I know just what to hit Ethan with when the time is right.” My eyes locked in on hers. They held a glint of evil that just felt right. If dealing with the devil himself meant burning Harlyn’s world to the ground, just to feel sane again, I’ll gladly light that match.

The three of them together on a park bench, the girl on Dorian’s lap, Lara leaning against him, forming a picture of domestic happiness that tore me apart inside. She looks happy. The thought hurt like a knife stuck in my chest, twisted slowly. “How can she be happy after everything she did?” “How can he be happy with her, after everything she did to him? After the spell, the manipulation, the kidnapping?” At night, I dreamed of the girl. The girl with black hair and grayish-green eyes, so similar to Dorian that she was almost a miniature of him. In the dreams, I approached slowly, touched the child’s face with my fingertips, and the entire world exploded in white light — a light that burned

Brianna looked at me with fear in her eyes. “What?” she exclaimed, “So you are evil?” I shook my head and Marcus let out a laugh. Harper rolled her eyes at him before carrying on. “No, he isn’t evil.” She smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back at the love in her eyes, “And his demon isn’t so bad either, when he plays nice.” I felt the demon actually jump a little at Harper's words. “See, she likes me too,” he muttered, and I sighed. Harper turned back to Brianna.

I committed many atrocities all in the name of my so-called love fantasies for Tristan. Bad companies and Bad influence had messed with my head all through my life and had made me even more crazy, just the way I preferred it, but I had always been pretending to be the sweet angel in everyone else's eyes until now. I was soaked in the devil’s blood and could do anything to have what I wanted. Now I wanted Tristan and for good this time. Hazel was certainly not going to be a stumbling block in my way.

He moved closer to her, pulled her to his body, and brought her face close to his. She closed her eyes as he began to nuzzle her nose with his in a very delicate way, sniffing and caressing with his lips. She squeezed her eyelids shut when he dared to touch in more intimate areas, above the delicate and expensive golden fabric. She adored it, but she hated it too. Both very strongly. In that instant, the hatred was stronger; she began to feel real hatred for him after having discovered that he had invested much of the money they both, as husbands, shared. She defined herself as someone of character and also had investments in stocks of dubious origin; however, she never thought of getting in

he raged, grasping at straws. "Fuck you! You've never treated me like a daughter, and you've never hesitated to hurl abuse at me! Calling you an asshole is an insult to anuses worldwide!" "Can it, bitch! I raised you!" "Well, as thanks for raising me, I've prepared a gift you've been dying for. Where are you?" Harry was quiet for a moment. He was likely cautious, but in the end, his desire to see me at my most pathetic probably won out. Or maybe he was thirsty for more chances to insult me.

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

“Xynthia! You disappoint me! You seemed pure, but I didn’t know that you’re a skank as well. I can’t believe that you would go for an old man like this!” Harry was furious to the point that he had almost fainted. He did not think that the girl that he had pursued for so long to no avail would have slept with an ordinary old man like this. At that moment, Harry had the urge to cough up blood. Harvey’s face had turned as dark as night. “What did you just say?” ‘Only I can scold my sister-in-law. Who else dares to scold her? Do you want to die?!’

Harry tapped me on the shoulders. At the mention of my mate, a sharp pain tore through my chest, Ragnar growled. My fangs pushed out, unbidden. Rage began to crawl beneath my skin. Harry stepped in, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “He’s trying to provoke you. Don’t let him.” I didn’t respond. Yet he continued taunting me. “You are a false god, unworthy of what you’ve been given,” he finally concluded, looking up at me with defiance in his eyes.