Harry Potter Lord Slytherin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

shouted Harry as he landed yet another slap on Yunus’s face. “W-what do you want then?” asked Yunus as he gulped. “Oh, I only need you to do something very simple! See, you’ve insulted my sister today and I’ve caught you red-handed! I don’t need your god d*mn money! I need you to kneel in front of me and call me master three times in a row! Actually hold on, master would be too easy. Let’s go with grandpa instead to make things more interesting! While we’re at it, you’ll also need to say how much of a brute you are at the end of each of those three sentences. I’ll forgive you once you’ve done that. How about it?” sneered Harry.

said the creature. Sirius lazily combed his dark lux, biting his lower lip with his fangs this time before he jumped out from the chair and picked up the little princess' unicorn. "I don't know." Sirius grimaced while he threw the unicorn mid-air and sliced it in half using the reaper's scythe. "Fuck vision. I've marked that girl and she'll be my food on her 20th birthday." he licked his lower lip in anticipation. "You gonna have to go through the dark lord first." the creature said while it flew left and right. It also saw the vision of Sirius under the command of one little princess in the future.

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."

Hagrid then talked about what he had known about the man. "I-I don't know too much about him. He was a Slytheryn, two years ahead of me. He was prefect, and a Head-boy when I was in my 5th year. Top marks student, seemed to have the other Slytheryns in the palm of his hand." "Anything more, Hagrid? Anything can help." Hagrid fidget a little more. "Nothing more. Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't mix much that time. But Professor Dumbledore can help you, he was the transfiguration's teacher that time."

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

What spell has she cast on me? I could not sleep for the remainder of the night, this was an invitation, I have wanted her since I set my eyes on her beautiful naive self, I have wanted to have her on my bed. I know she is my slave and I am not supposed to ask her for her permission, right? Since I own her? I can just decide to use her as my sex slave. But why the hell am I hesitating? Why am I worried about what she would think? Or how she would feel when she says she was not in her right senses? Or how she would react If I say those words to her? Would she call me crazy and wicked again?

“Of course it is, you are going to love it.” “No, I won't because I can't go. I’m under punishment, remember?” "But the lycan said you can go!" she insisted, eyes wide with excitement. "Really? but I want to stay here,” I answered stubbornly. Because, come to think of it, this might be the perfect time to escape. I smiled inwardly. "Where would the party be held?" I inquired. “At the pack house.” Oh, so perfect! Lyra frowned, her expression shifting to disappointment. “But you'll make the king mad.”

He doesn't look at me as he speaks, instead focusing his attention on his nails. "It is time for you to claim your personal servant." With a flick of his wrist, he gestures towards Casimir and the long line of Lycan slaves that just entered. "Choose." I know what I did before. I remember the words that left my mouth on that fateful day. 'I don't want one.'

Sofia's eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Sly, her expression fearful. Sly's smirk grew wider. "You can never run away from me. You are mine now, and I will make you suffer for everything you have put me through," he said, his voice dripping with malice. She flinched, her eyes widening in fear. "You have a lot of sins to pay for... but don't worry, I don't find you attractive anymore. I got someone new. Your punishment here is to serve as a slave, that's what you are to me. You are not only paying for your family's sins, but you will also be working for me for the rest of your miserable life!" he yelled, his face reddening with anger.

"That's right! We want you to be an independent heroine of your own story!" "Madam, your loyal servant has finally arrived! Do you need an assistant? I can do anything, and whatever I can't, I'll learn. Please hire me!" "Harry said he wants to wear sibling outfits with you. Can't you grant his wish?" "I believe Harry will be a sister-obsessed man in the future. Just look at how eager he gets every time he's around Giselle. It's unbearable to watch." "I'm not the only one who noticed? He definitely has attention-seeker potential."