Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Military Harry

Because of that, Harry covered his mouth with one of his hands, with tears coming from the corner of his eyes. That is not what he expected to see from his childhood friend, and he did not expect it until now he is still living under the rule of his strict father. He couldn't believe that his father was still hurting and mistreating him despite his insistence on being a real man even though it wasn't the real him.

“Short, please. No more blonde for me.” “Oh?” He raises his eyes. “I’m, uh, I’m joining the military.” I shrug. “I want it clean so I don’t get, like, razzed about looking like a girl or whatever.” “A high and tight for boot camp. Got it.” He pats my shoulder reassuringly. “They’re still gonna butcher it on day one, ya know.” “Yeah. I’ve heard rumors.” I frown at him. “At least there won’t be much for them to take off. Right?”

Even his shirt could barely contain his bulging muscles underneath. His veins were visible across his arm. He looked fierce and tough. Someone else nodded. “Yeah, Hank’s right. Get him, Hank! We’ll deal with him later!” “The retard looks like he can fight too. Can you deal with him?” Harry asked. Since they were all love rivals, there was no way they would wish each other well. “I’ve been practicing kickboxing since I was young and I served as a Spec Ops soldier in the military for years. I can beat fifty of him.”

Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene. Harry and I got ourselves an apartment close to the University not wanting to stay in the school dormitory and of course no sane athletic guy our age will like to stay under their parent's roof, especially when your parents are strict, and be controlling and sentimental like mine. It's like a major social suicide, especially when that guy happens to be one of the best quarterbacks Kingston University's football team have had in a long time.

Act quickly as trained before in just a few seconds the recorder is on. "That's right, that year I killed your mother, I took her place as Lady Levi. Haha, you can't blame me anyway, blame your mother for being unlucky to marry Levi Smith. . harry potter fanfic She laughed in madness like a psycho. This aspect of hers he had never seen before. Was it because he exaggerated something earlier that she reacted so strongly? But that's okay, anyway, this is the result he expected, it might be even better than expected.

God knows how dead she would be right now. "Are you out stationing again, Harry?" She asks in the softest voice her throat could conjure up at that moment. She could barely smile without looking so terrified of him. Harry was humongous after all, an advert gym floozy, his muscles are not just for show. She heard rumors about how he used to participate in an underground fight with his cousins and the faint scars that scatter around his body were the proof of that. Of course, she knows that Harry would never lay his hand on her like that but from where she is standing now made it impossible not to look down from him.

“I hope you had nothing to do with this.” “Absolutely not!” he snapped. “I’m not as foolish as the others, starting a war just for pride! And there’s no way I would order anyone to hurt my daughter!” I pouted. “Good, then. Now let’s gather all the Moon Dust warriors and see if my theory is correct.” Although Harry looked unhappy about being ordered around, he had no choice but to comply. He called the warriors—using the mind link, of course—and soon enough, those werewolves began arriving at the headquarters from all directions.

"But now you're completely awake. I intend to take your virginity. That's mine." My heart begins pounding again. Harry gently lays me on the cool grass in the middle of the meadow before taking off his shirt, leaving me mesmerized by his strong, muscular body, so typical of an alpha of his rank. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Harry asks as he climbs on top of me. I don't answer. Still unable to believe what's happening, I place my hands on his shoulders and then on his muscular arms, touching the body I'd desired for so long. My longing for Harry Oakheart is finally being fulfilled.

I hated waiting for someone to respond to me, but I had no idea what he was up to, and I wasn't even entirely sure he was still alive. Turning to leave, a shadow figure appeared near the door, he removed his hood from his head to reveal who he was. “Harry,” I said. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to talk.” I half-smiled. “Well I know you have a problem and decided to come and see for myself,” he said walking towards me. “So I hear you found your mate?” “I did,” I said clearing my throat. “But I don’t know much about her, and it seems there is a war to likely breakout and I am concerned for her.”

Harry's fingers tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. "Answer me!" he growled. "Do you really know how to talk?" I frantically nodded my head, my eyes welling up with tears. I knew that one wrong move could seal my fate. "Speak!" Harry's voice was low and menacing, his grip on my arm tightening like a vice. "I want to hear that voice again." I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I begged, "Please, please, I can speak. Don't do anything to me." My eyes were fixed on Harry's, pleading for mercy.