Harry Potter Hacker Fanfiction Novels & Stories

’ He thought hysterically and brushed his hands through his hair in frustration. "Alexa, let me ask you a question: have you ever felt anything for me before? Do you even feel anything towards me? Has this always been a game to you? Tell me!” He snarled, his voice filled with desperation. He looked at Alexa with a piercing gaze as if he wanted to uncover all her secrets. He couldn't help but remember what he had seen in her diary; maybe he was just a challenge she wanted to conquer.

But since Harry hadn't paid him, he may not agree. Harry bumped his fist on the table. He was close to getting it, but it was working, and it annoyed him. He had to think fast and smart. Then it clicked. He had seen a weird-ass poster on F******k about a certain spy agency, but he scrolled past it because he didn't think he was going to need it. Now he needed it more than ever.

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

- I let out Harry punches me in the face and I can feel the blood in my mouth. The cunt cut my lip. “You can do whatever you want with me. But I am not getting the codes” - I say out loud “You will” “Harry, get your head out of the gutter. I don’t have access to those codes. I never did and I will never have, and even if I did I would never give them to you” “Well, let’s see how you will feel when I rape your beautiful girlfriend in front of you” - he says with a smile appearing on his face

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

If that doesn’t work, I have to trust my friends to be there for her now that I'm gone. Wendy POV ‘Hey beautiful. I hear you’ve been playing with hackers when you should be playing with hijackers.’ I stare at the chat from an unknown person. What the fuck? ‘Hacker, someone just hacked my computer.’ ‘One sec.’ His reply is instant, just like always. A moment later a third chat opens on my computer. ‘Hijack, stop trying to steal my protégé. Get your own. Sphinx, meet Hijack. He works with me.’

Victor has no idea what the f*ck Ariadne's talking about, which sets him on razor's edge. "-That was me, motherf*cker. That week, I smoked those black dragons like a Queen." Victor knows that Harry deals in expensive cigars, black dragons being his favorite. Something connects in the wolf's mind. Ariadne had once stolen from Harry, probably under Arthur's orders. Harry offers no insight into how his warehouse could have been hit except this. "F*cking barrels." "I saw you way before you first saw me," Ariadne hums. It never occurred to Victor that Ariadne knew who Harry was before the first introduction.

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..”

Arianna narrowed her eyes at Harry. “What? I’m just offering a friendly suggestion. Tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill anyone you blabbed your mouth to.” “That seems pretty asinine, don’t you think? The fastest way for me to get the money is to tell my partner.” “I’ll consider it. I want to see how much you hustle in a month. I’ll be back in a month, and I better see some progress. I’ll be watching you and your older lover as well. Take care, Arianna,” Harry wished, slipping out of Arianna’s bed. “You know? I may not put you up for auction at all. Maybe I’ll keep you for myself,” Harry teased, winking at Arianna before he left.

“We will be fine. Be like Derek and focus on the road.” Derek grunted. Great. Another caveman. At least he was a reliable one. “I should text Jake and tell him to clear my search history, just in case I do not make it back alive,” Harry muttered to himself, his hands flying across his keyboard. “Your search history?” Hilda blurted, her face stoic. Harry froze and turned comically slow to look at his mate. “I swear it is not what you are thinking.” Hilda blinked once at him and then turned her head to look outside the window.