Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Lord Slytherin Fanfiction

She tasted blood and him, and to her shock, she kissed back, her hands tangling in his braids. But as the kiss deepened, something shifted in Gorak. This fire in his veins, this addiction blooming with every taste of her sweet mouth, her tight heat, it confused him. Was this the legend of the women from Slytherin? They whispered that the first taste was poisonously addictive, a siren’s call that bound even the strongest warriors. He wanted to own her completely, mark her as his forever, never let another touch her. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her with those molten amber eyes, breath ragged. “Do you submit to me, little sun? Will you be my mate, bound to me, body and soul?”

My eyes landed on some Harry Potter looking shit and I got up and quickly walked over to it. "You go to the House of Slytherin!" I said in my best impersonation while throwing my hands in the air as I walked up behind her. She slowly turnd around and looked at me before a disgusted look flashed across her face as she looked at the hat on my head. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you! You don't even want to know where that hat has been." She said as she took a step back. The moment she looked like she wanted to gag I instantly felt an insane amount of regret and quickly chucked the hat off my head like it was a cockroach.

Silence fills the throne room for a good five seconds before a ripple of shock spreads throughout. My siblings exchange glances before snickering with each other. I can see the others widen their eyes in mild surprise before their mask of indifference returns. "You?" Leonel drawls, sitting forward with interest. "Our little ghost of a sister finally grew a spine since she suddenly wants a slave? The little goody-two-shoes who thinks Lycans are equal with the Weres? How...unexpected." Another sibling scoffs. "What could she possibly do with one?" "Maybe she finally realized she needs someone to talk to," another quips, chuckling nastily. "Too bad Lycans are too stupid and don't make for good

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."

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

"...Did you know young man, your stepfather chooses to abandon his family for the power he hopes to get from me? Such a foolish mortal. And did you know? I will kill you like how I killed the king." Harry glared with sheer hatred as he picked up a sword from the deceased soldiers. He kept one hand on the sword's hilt and placed the other partway down the blade. "And if you ask me, your stepfather I believe was there in the wasteland, trapped or maybe dead. Foolish human tsk tsk!" Lord Andrie sneered. He was looking Harry in the eye as he sized him up. Harry looked at him in the chest and he had to stay focused on himself. Mind games would be too risky given his disadvantages. "And ...he was

she snapped, "we return what you've taken, cat, and find a way to send Harry home." Sassy scowled at her, sullen and resistant. But he nodded before turning his back on all of us. ***

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

We just hid to avoid being apprehended. "Seek out the bed slave of the Lycan king!" All I heard was a series of shouts. “We did it, Heather!” Hugo exclaimed but my mind was left to the sight of Theo. Who is drenched to his own blood.