Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Has The Black Temper

Her smile faded instantly and the shock replaced it. Good. She realized I wasn't that push over sister she knew. Then, I turned and walked away before she could respond. Harry POV I kept my head down as I walked back toward the staff quarters. The house felt different today, the air was different. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered without checking the ID. “Hello?” “Harry.” My blood went cold as the voice came in. “Yes… sir?” I said. “You’re getting sloppy,” the voice said calmly, too calmly. “Letting Charlotte get too close. I hate carelessness.”

And I sat there, hands on my face, whispering to myself. “Fuck.” I sat there on the bed long after Danika left. My palms were damp. My chest still tight. But the longer I sat in the quiet, the less anxious I felt. And the more I thought about him. Professor Chance Black. The name alone made my thighs squeeze. He looked even hotter this morning. More put together. Dangerous in a clean, brutal kind of way. That black button-up, the rolled sleeves, that angry, cold expression when he’d yanked Kole off me. His voice still echoed in my head.

The anger in her eyes. The way her voice shook when she looked at me like I had personally offended her by existing and somehow that pissed me off even more. I poured whiskey into a glass carelessly before throwing it back immediately. Did she seriously think she had the right to look at me like that after disappearing for five years? After leaving me to deal with everything alone? A bitter laugh almost escaped me. Unbelievable. “You’re acting insane right now,” the girl complained from behind me. Still, I said nothing.

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

Thinking it's a nice investment if I just show a little interest by investing. " Mr. Black." Harry calls my name. " I'm gonna think about your offer, Mr. Bart." I say, taking a sip from the glass of liquor he offered me. Fuck, whiskey. I don't drink whiskey. I take my eyes off the dance floor and glance at the dark liquid in this thick glass in my hand. I frown and stretch the glass to my guard who's been standing at a corner. He hurries to take the glass off my hand. " You don't like the drink?" Harry asks.

Through the layer of black pants, it stood up and poked her in the middle of her butt, making her startled. Harry looked at the girl in his arms who was so excited that she couldn't speak. He sucked on her earlobe, breathed into her, making her feel itchy, and whispered, "Are you already horny? When you're with him, have you ever thought about this?" She curled her hands into small fists, tears welling up in her eyes at his teasing, “Harry Handerson. It turns out you never believed me from beginning to end.” He suddenly let her go and let her lean against the steering wheel, panting. Her eyes looking at him were filled with resentment, but he didn't care. His calm expression was still trying

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "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.

Bianca started to take a step toward the Red Moon Alpha, but Black lifted her with one arm to rest her against his hip. With each additional step Magnus took, Harry felt more and more crushed to the ground. His breathing became labored, and he felt like his lungs and heart were being squeezed by an invisible force. Alpha Black looked down at him, his usual cold, the impassive expression on his face. However, no one could ignore the dull rage emanating from him. He placed a kiss against the temple of his Luna without ever taking his eyes off the neck of the red-haired Alpha kneeling before them. "How dare a cub like you show his fangs to my Luna, Harry?"

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.