Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Explodes In Anger

I threw my phone on the wall surrounding the garden, and it shattered to pieces. I knelt on the floor and growled. This night could not get any worse now, could it? “I knew it,” a voice said behind me. I froze. My heart stuttered. Slowly, I turned. Harry leaned against the door leading from the corridor to the garden path. He looked furious and wild, a side of him I'd never seen before. He walked towards me with clenched fists, his brown eyes blazing with anger. “Who were you talking to?” he asked, towering over me and dwarfing me with his height, his brown eyes burning a hole through me.

Alive. "Okay, just fine," Harry chuckled, rubbing his fat hands. “Now let’s see what your puppies say…” For a few minutes, Harry typed intently, snorted, then began to laugh, reading aloud especially liked moments. And then something pissed him off. He didn't say what, just slammed the laptop shut, tossed it on a chair, and looked at Kit with eyes filled with malice. Probably, according to the rules of the game, now he will begin to punish her?

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

He moaned in approval and put his arm around my waist, moving his lips against mine. I didn't feel any sparks. I didn't feel anything at all, but I still liked it for some reason. Sparks couldn't really exist, right? They were just fanatasies. My thoughts were interrupted when Harry began pushing his hand up my shirt, touching my skin. I clenched his shirt, not liking the feeling. I didn't like it when he touched me like that but he took it as a signal of pleasure and began touching me further up. His finger brushed the underside of my bra and I gasped, pulling back quickly.

Harry whispered in a husky voice, “You are so tight, honey. Aren't you crazy about wanting me now? “You are bullying me…” Emma's tears fell down her blushing face, “Do you believe I will hate you?” Harry's heart suddenly tightened. Thinking of the scene of Charles holding her in his arms this afternoon, he continued to thrust himself inside her frantically, making her moan continuously. Tonight would definitely be a night of both passion and torment. She didn't like him anyway, it didn't matter if she hated him anymore.

“He’s really asking for it. What trashy young patriarch of the Clarke family is he? I think he’s just an arrogant brat!” At the same time, Harry’s expression changed with a flash of anger. He slammed out a palm like a tiger’s claw that carried the pressure of a rabid wolf and biting killing intent. He struck it at Philip’s chest! “Go to hell!” Harry shouted angrily! This attack was enough to destroy 10,000 pounds of boulders! However, Philip calmly watched as Harry’s forceful strike came toward him. He raised his hand at the same time and smacked out.

“Mr. Harry, maybe there’s an explanation—” “An explanation?!” Harry grabbed a glass from the table and hurled it against the wall with a sharp crash. The glass shattered into pieces, the shards scattering across the floor. “Do you think I’m an idiot? Do you think I’ll believe they’re just ‘friends’? There’s no such thing as an ex who’s just a friend, Jimmy! There’s no such thing!” Jimmy rubbed his face, trying to think quickly. Harry wasn’t a man who could be controlled when his emotions boiled over like this.

It was because he decided to let me out of his hook. He stared down at me with his eyes still boiling in anger. "Since you don't want to talk, I would spare you just for today," he said. I was breathing heavily as I held the injured part. I was staring at my blood as it dropped slowly and touched the floor. I lifted myself slowly and stood straight, almost meeting Harry's height. "You know what?" Harry asked. "Fuck you!" He kissed his teeth and shook his head. "Fuck you! And fuck you!" He cursed.

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

“Move.” “No.” “I’m not in the mood, Harper.” “That’s exactly why I’m here.” My stomach drops. Something about her tone feels wrong. Too calm. Too knowing. “Let me pass,” I say. She tilts her head. “Did you two finally do it?” My brain blanks. “…What?” She raises one brow. “Kiss. Fight. Confess. Cry. Something dramatic. You two always look like a storm about to explode.” My pulse spikes.