Novel & Cerita Harry Potter God Fanfiction

Harry growled losing his every control and yelled something he never thought he will be able to tell her. "BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU GODDAMMIT!" ____________________________________ My God my ears are bleeding. Can't they talk like civilized people? Lol just kidding. So guys this was the bomb I told you gonna blast on you guys. Harry loves her but the thing coming to him in the future wouldn't be beautiful so yeah. So be ready for next tomorrow. Don't forget to like and comment. Till the next adios.

Brrrr. By the way, it was his idea to invite you over. Don't forget to say thank you when he arrives. He likes them all at first ... but then he inevitably realizes what kind of dirty whores you are! And then I'll gut them! Harry's voice rose, and Kit shuddered—he was about to attack her! The heart was not beating - it was galloping, beating a crazy drummanbass against the sternum. God help me! Harry noticed her reflex movement and grinned, pleased. Afraid… they are all afraid. HE is the God and the devil here, the judge and the executioner, and when he wants to, he will wrap her guts around a light bulb. Easily. HE can't do that yet.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

"Harry, stop talking." Carwyn Levi lowered his voice. The always obedient Harry shook his head firmly and replied, "No! Harry wants his mother and Uncle Levi to get along! Harry wanted to tell his mother that Uncle Levi did everything. Uncle Levi really wants you back, can you forgive him?" Grainne knew Harry liked Carwyn Levi very much, she also knew Harry wanted Carwyn Levi to be his father. Looking at Harry's determined gaze, Grainne felt a little softened. She didn't have the heart to upset Harry again. "Okay, I'll forgive you!" Grainne didn't have the aura he'd imagined.

It was Stephen's last shift and he was doing wonders cheering me up. I had just finished in a private booth when he waved me over. "Number four please!" He handed me a drink. I looked down and it was vodka. Straight. No ice. My stomach dropped as I walked over, my legs like jelly. As I got closer I saw it was him. At arm's length I put the drink down and turned. "Harper." "No." "Please," I felt him behind me and he grabbed my arm. "Please let me explain, I’m sorry I,”

“And before either of you ask? Yes. The internet absolutely thinks she’s your girlfriend.” “Oh my God,” Maya whispered into the blankets in complete horror. Holiday’s eyes snapped toward the moving lump beneath the duvet. “And you,” she said sharply. “Please stop hiding under the blanket. I can still see you.” Maya pulled the blanket higher. Holiday rolled her eyes before beginning to pace the room slowly, one hand pressed against her forehead like she was physically fighting off a migraine. “Oh my God, Hunter,” she muttered. “I let you out of my sight for less than a day and somehow you’ve already managed to get yourself into another mess.”

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

Stacy didn't respond and asked, "Where is it?" "Above me." He laughed. Stacy, "..." "In the eyes of outsiders, you must be a non-female ascetic male god, in fact you are not." Stacy could see him through. The more elegant the appearance and the quiet and introverted personality of a man, the less known the other side is more fanatical. Eight out of ten sentences are not serious. Why didn't she find out before? Harry lowered her body, put her lips on the tip of her nose, and asked with a smile, "Then what am I like?"