Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Angry At Mcgonagall

Years ago, I sacrificed my freedom and a year of my life for the man I loved, only to find out that he betrayed and lied to me without a second thought for those sacrifices. Now fate has randomly made our paths cross, when I thought I would never see him again, and once again, I'm at his mercy because in an agonizing twist of fate, he's my new boss. Crazy, I know, but now, I hate him with every fiber of my being. At first, the feeling seems mutual, but it doesn't take long before we realize that we both misunderstood what happened in our past, and have been hating each other based on blatant lies. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done, and even though Jeff is remorseful, will I be able to overcome my resentment towards him for all the hurt and pain he has caused me in his quest for revenge?

Zane Ryker is the monster people pay not to meet. Billionaire. Cold-blooded Alpha of Silverspire Pack. He rules Nocturne City from the shadows of his high-end nightclub, Lunaris, never expecting fate to come crashing through his doors, but when Jayden Hart—a sharp-tongued, homeless 22-year-old who thinks he's human—shows up looking for a job, everything changes. Hunted for reasons he doesn’t understand, Jayden has no idea he’s a Moonbound Omega tied to a prophecy that could end—or save—the supernatural world. But Zane won’t let him go. Not now. Not ever. As enemies close in, instincts ignite and secrets unravel, one thing becomes clear: Jayden might be the key to Zane’s salvation... or the trigger to his downfall.

As her ears started ringing, the lump in her throat growing, the words he spoke faded into the background. Her eyes welled up, and her breath hitched, she had heard him right? “Earth to Rebecca, hello?!” He replied to her in an annoyed tone. She took a deep breath, “After 20 yrs you really don’t want a life with me” she managed to speak slightly above a whisper. She had been his rock, put his needs first, never said no to his frivolous spending, and had loved him enough for the both of them; yet in the small bedroom in their city apartment he stood with divorce papers in hand. She hadn’t been naive about the rough patch that they were navigating, but they had always worked past because Rebecca had always put her husband 1st. “Rebecca I don’t love you and no level of your love is going to undo these divorce papers. I can’t even stand to be in this room with you, but I want to be on a united front when we tell the kids.”

When your life is starting to mess up not because of what's happening in your sorrounding but because of your own rules. I'd never knew saying my point of view could be a chance for the people to easily judge me. I'd never knew by just loving someone unexpectedly could deeply hurt me more. And I'd never knew saying, "Guilty" could lend me as a happiest person alive. It was hard to accept. It wasn't something I expected that I'm the one, Who's at Fault.

What happens when the girl you thought was your best friend since high school is not the person you thought she was? Marianne is 27 years old. After the betrayal of her fiancé with her best friend, she decided to change everything in her life. She believed that she had escaped from the unhappy past, especially when a man enters her life. The attraction between them is like a flash of lightning. The desire for each other is invincible. Things start to get complicated when another woman starts claiming her boyfriend. Also, another man lays a claim to Marianne's heart. The situation will become explosive when the ex-best friend appears with the utter aim of destroying her.

I became an assassin to save my family. I never expected to save my target instead. Buried under my parents' debts and my grandmother's medical bills, I made a desperate choice. I sold my soul to a shadowy organization, my first mission: to eliminate a ruthless mafia. The job went sideways. In the chaos, I did the one thing an assassin should never do—I saved his life, Det. Now, I am forced to become is bodyguard. He became my sanctuary and my greatest threat. Every moment with him blurs the line between duty and desire. But the deeper I fall, the closer I get to a devastating truth: Det’s family is responsible for my parents' death and my grandmother's cruel fate. Now, I'm torn between my heart and a vow of vengeance. Do I follow my grandmother's last words to kill them all, or do I protect the man I was never supposed to love?

Si Beatize Asun 27, ay isang Fashion designer but nerd girl, hindi ito marunog mag ayos ng sarili or mag make up. Pero may katangian si Bea na wala sa iba. Bea is a sassy girl or bubbly girl, kaya niyang pasayahin ang ibang tao kahit ang sarili hindi niya mapasaya. Si Lucas Mitra 28, ay isang multi-millionaire na lalake sa bansa, gwapo ito na halos lahat ng katangian ay nasa kaniya na. Ngunit dahil sa kagustuhan ng pamilya nila na maisalba ang negosiyo ng pamilya ni Bea ay naisipan nilang ikasal silang dalawa to merge their company. Sa tingin ni Lucas ay ginagamit lang siya ng pamilya ni Bea, akala niya pera lang ang habol nito sa kanila kaya napag isipan niyang, magkaruon sila rules that if they are inside yhe house aasta silang kasal pero pag sa labas aasta silang binata at dalaga.

My best friend Sophie and I went into labor the very same night. I watched her switch out the two infants with my own eyes, but I did not tell a single soul. For the next decade, I fed, clothed, and raised a daughter that was not mine. On the day the two girls turned eighteen, they received their college offer letters at the same time. One got into an ivy league school, and the other, a community college whose name I had not even heard of. I had never seen Sophie so happy in my entire life. Grinning from ear to ear, she whipped out the DNA report she had been saving for this very moment. "Thank you for raising my daughter to be the valedictorian that she is today. It's time she returns to her mama. As for this good-for-nothing scum… You can take her back!" I sneered. "Very well then." She had no idea what was coming.

Three days before my wedding, I found out that Shane Dawson had changed the venue from Grandma Mae’s home in the South to Castillo de Sol, the Spanish castle that Tania Collins, his childhood sweetheart, adored. I confronted him, only to overhear him complaining to his friend, "Thank God Tania has taste. Otherwise, I’d be laughed at for life." His friend reminded him, "Didn’t you promise her you’d hold the ceremony at her grandmother’s house? Aren’t you afraid she’ll get angry and refuse to marry you?" Shane just laughed, sharp and dismissive. "The Quinns are on the verge of bankruptcy. Marrying me is her only way out. She can’t afford to gamble. I’ve already asked the planner to call her. She’s probably scrambling to change her flight right now." Anger and humiliation burned in my chest. I bit down on my lip and, in the end, turned away. Three days later, the castle wedding went on as scheduled, but I didn’t reschedule my flight. I didn’t show up. Instead, I stood in Grandma Mae’s old courtyard and exchanged rings with another man. To this day, Shane doesn’t understand. I never married him for some so-called escape route. I married him for a love that lasted ten years. However, once the dream was over, it was time for me to choose a different path.

I was an orphan being adopted by a simple family. My dad was a driver of a very powerful businessman. My mom was one of their maids. She was in fact their lady butler. This family with gazillion bank accounts had an only heir, drop dead gorgeous young billionaire, Albert Michaels. He was always the talk of the news both in mainstream and social media along with either a popular pop star diva or a hubristic socialite with voluptuous body and kittenish voice. I, Samantha Reynolds, one of their servants had been stealthily trailing him since the day that I stepped in their grand top of a kind living room. His stone cold aloof aura as he stared at me everytime he caught me gawking at him made him even more attractive and charming than he already was. Till one rainy night, a magical or should I say disaster happened. Arriving at home late and intoxicated while I was busy wiping the glass tea table, he was almost dropping himself on the cold marble floor. Guiding him towards his room, his heaviness was weighing up my petite body. Till we both dropped on his king sized bed with me under him. His glassy eyes tingling my long time desire. His warm rims made me want to wrap them with mine. Till time stood still as the rain continued pouring engulfing the atmosphere with its coldness while him covering me with his burning libido. As we both reached the top, he called a name, ''Madeline!'' D*mn!