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The alpha growled loudly, “I don't care about your motivations, only your actions!” “Be on alert…” I whispered, feeling the warmth of his body. I sighed as he approached, brushing his lips. Furthermore, I closed my eyes, missing him. Furthermore, I opened my eyes, looking at him and sensing his reluctance. His eyes were different and clearer, indicating there was something he wanted to say despite his resistance. A bang echoed behind me. I turned my head, finding Harry invading the room and breaking the spell, with Agatha smiling by his side. I think I shared the vision because Harvey smiled.

Henry saw in her a similar spirit, someone who had lost a lot but didn't let that change who she was. As Scarlett trained with him day after day, Henry found himself captivated by her grace and agility, the way her eyes lit up with determination, and the sound of her laughter that could brighten even the darkest of days. He cherished their conversations, the shared moments of vulnerability, and the unspoken understanding that passed between them.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

I warn, meaning it, at the same time trying not to show him how much of an effect Peyton has on me because I don't want her dead. "You're no fit for an Alpha, Killian. You're still that vulnerable boy who's scared shitless of his dad." Black says with a thick voice full of malice. These words cut deep through because the bastards know how to hit where it hurts. "Who are you?" I growl, my body invigorating for war. Because he sounds like someone close to me. Black stops heading towards Peyton's wolf who's taking fast gallops towards my side, then he shifts into his human form, stunning the shit out of my senses because the person who has made himself my enemy, is no other person than Harry He

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

"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.

He was a failed weapon they experimented from before. In order to activate his black mana, his body must be in an exhausted state! But in good condition where no wounds even a scratch! And in fact, he could not increase his Combat Experience when using this ability. And because Yman had a weak physical body at the moment, he could not handle much longer his black mana and could only use it for a few seconds.

As a result of this, Terry noticed that Harry was wearing a ring that looked familiar on his wrist, and the corners of his mouth quivered as he said, "This ring..." Suddenly, Terry's entire body began to feel increasingly hot to the touch. The sensation was very similar to how he had felt the day before, when the Christian had helped him get drunk. Everything had gradually become unclear to him as he watched it happen before his eyes. It appeared that Harry had the same personality trait. "Terry... I'm really starting to sweat! Could you use a drink of water right now?" Harry spoke in a low voice. Terry nodded and made an attempt to say, "Okay, let me go get you a glass of water," despite th

Only the dust rising from his nostrils indicated the young man's jerky breathing. Harry was not only paralyzed, he was actually terrified by what was happening. He hadn't understood why Alpha Black had dragged him here, and he understood even less what he could have done to be treated like this as soon as he woke up. "Get ready," growled Black, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared hard at the inert body in front of him and couldn't help grinding his teeth at the young man's lack of movement. Harry closed his eyes for a moment. Black's voice had sounded like an Alpha command in his head and resonated with incredible force in his mind. His muscles tensed, trying to move quickly to obey