Harry Potter Fanfiction Male Oc Slytherin

To save my wife, my lungs were pierced by a knife, leaving lasting consequences. When I fell ill and struggled to breathe, she said I was dramatic and went on a business trip with her childhood friend. When she returned, I found a man's underwear in her suitcase that did not belong to me. I calmly made the call: "Director, I've made up my mind. I'm going to assist in Avrika." Later, at the airport, she bent down, publicly lowering her head and begging for my forgiveness.

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.

My wife is the daughter of a top jewelry tycoon. She accused me of pushing her mother down the stairs to steal the family fortune and had me thrown in prison. While I was locked up, her people disfigured my face and crushed my hands—the same hands that once played the piano. After my release, I run from her like a madman. Just like she said I would, I give up and start mooching off a wealthy woman. But then, she clings to me and begs me not to leave.

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

Five years after I died, Delia—my wife, a doctor—tried to dump her first love's new mess on me again. She stormed into my old place, waving some fake agreement with my name on it, but all she found was dust. Panicking, she ran downstairs and cornered the shop owner. "William?" he said. "He's been dead five years. Heard the family of that malpractice case found him. Stabbed him up bad." Delia laughed it off, like the guy was making it up. "So what if he got suspended? He's still sulking over that?" She rolled her eyes. "Tell him this—he's got three days. If he doesn't show, I'm cutting off his sister's cancer treatment." She muttered something ugly, slammed the door, and left. The shop owner just watched her go, shaking his head. "There's no sister left," he said quietly. "She died years ago... couldn't pay for treatment."

My girlfriend, Elsa Smith, always avoided meeting my parents. Yet, she had no trouble turning around and playing the role of her ex-boyfriend Leo Quinn’s fiancée, happily meeting his relatives instead. And the meeting took place in the apartment I had prepared for us to live in after the wedding. What she did not realize was that I happened to be Leo’s distant cousin. She pretended not to know me and clung sweetly to Leo, saying, "This apartment was bought by my hubby, fully paid for." All the relatives were praising them as a loving couple. To keep me from exposing her, Elsa came over to warn me, "I’m just helping a friend deal with marriage pressure. If you mess this up, we’re done." So, I sincerely offered my congratulations. "Since Leo and I seem to have the same taste in houses and women, I’ve got some wedding supplies that I’m sure he’ll like. I’ll gift them to you both." That was when Elsa finally started to panic.

After three years of marriage, I believed I had the perfect family. My wife, Sarah, was gentle and caring, and our son was bright and adorable. On a rare day when I finished work early, I arrived home to find Sarah asleep, slumped tiredly by the crib. My heart went out to her, and I decided to carry her to our bedroom. As I approached, Sarah's phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared: “Sarah, is our son asleep?"

Apa jadinya jika seorang pria lupa akan hari pernikahannya dan terpaksa digantikan oleh saudara kembarnya? Harry Alexander lupa bahwa dia akan menikah dengan gadis yang akan dijodohkan dengannya. Karena keadaan mendesak, William yang merupakan kakak kembar Harry menggantikan posisi Harry di hari itu. Sedangkan Harry harus menikah dengan gadis sombong yang harusnya dijodohkan dengan William. Bagaimana kah kisah rumah tangga mereka yang mempunyai pasangan dengan sifat berbanding terbalik dengan karakter masing-masing? Dan bagaimana ketika satu persatu kebenaran terungkap di dalam kehidupan pernikahan mereka? Instagram @yenitawati24

Menurut rumor yang beredar, Harry Prayogo memiliki wajah buruk rupa dan selalu dipersulit oleh anggota keluarganya. Meskipun demikian, Grace Lugiman siap untuk melindunginya kapan saja. Hanya Grace yang boleh mengatakan keburukan suaminya. Jika ada yang berani menjelek-jelekkan Harry, dia akan memberi orang itu pelajaran! "Harry, nggak apa-apa kalau kamu jelek. Aku bisa memperkenalkan dokter operasi plastik terbaik untukmu. Nggak apa-apa juga kalau kamu miskin. Aku bisa menghidupmu ...." Sebelum Grace selesai berbicara, Harry menyela, "Sayang, menghidupi keluarga adalah tugas seorang pria. Kamu hanya perlu menjaga penampilan dan menghamburkan uang sebanyak mungkin!"

From childhood friends to star-crossed lovers, Isla and Harry's romance took a dark turn when he became the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and made her life a living hell. To make matters worse, he found his mate, someone who was not Isla, and Isla was forced to serve under her. With the help of Harry's beta, Oliver, she escaped to the human world and found solace in his arms. But fate had other plans for her, as she discovered she had Harry’s seeds growing inside her.   Just when she thought she had escaped Harry, she found herself back in the pack, this time as the second-chance mate of the very man she had tried to run from.   With a love triangle in play, Isla is torn between her loyalty to Oliver, the man who stood by her side, and her desire for Harry, her mate.   And with Harry’s ex-mate, Lauren, determined to keep them apart, the fate of their triplets hangs in the balance.   Would they be able to overcome the obstacles in their path, or would their fate forever be sealed in darkness?