Harry Potter Makes Money Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Behind me was my best friend who had a very wide smile and was wearing the same kind of clothes. Harry placed a bundle of papers on the table. “Could you please sign these for me? You don't have to read through them.” “What, you want to steal from me now?” I joked. “Like you have any money in your tiny bank account?” he scoffs. “Are you done paying off student loans?” “Haha,” I said. “I should be asking you.”

"Perfect! Harry, you have to keep an eye on Sam. The moment you notice anything unusual, you must report it straight to me!" Harry puffed himself up and replied with a sigh, "When I messaged in the group chat, everyone called me lazy and good-for-nothing. Do you know how hurtful that is?" Moira knew Harry too well since he was her son. She could tell what he was angling for. If Sam could really bring home a girlfriend, a little allowance was nothing in comparison. Moira said, "If this works out, I'll give you five million dollars!" Harry made a face. "Only five million dollars? That won't cut it. I'm about to study overseas. Five million dollars won't even last me a month."

In order to pay off the gambling debt, they decided to make use of Hazel. “Matt Crowe!” Harry was trembling with anger. “Your son owes a million dollars, so you want to sell my daughter to pay off the gambling debt for you?! You, you...” Harry had always been polite and wasn’t capable of swearing at all. Now, he was so pissed off that he was out of breath.

Ron looked back at Abigail and said with a half-smile. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that. I signed a non-disclosure agreement," Abigail replied. "That doesn't matter. I'll give you double what he pays you to be my assistant. What do you say?" "Do you think I can be bought with money, Mr. Hagrid?" "What if I pay you a year's worth of salary per month?" 'A year's worth of salary per month? That's a monthly income of 1 million dollars, which means I can become a millionaire if I work with him for a year. Heck. I could retire in two years! This offer is really tempting,' Abigail thought.

He wasn’t done though, “I have met thousands of opportunistic women like yourself, trying to Weasley your way into a wealthy man's life by wearing barely there clothes and talking like a virgin. Where in reality all of you are just gold digging–" My eyes were beginning to fill with tears but I didn't let him finish his rant as I exploded in his face and yelled, "Listen up, you rich spoiled little brat, I don't give a fuck about this job. And I make more money than most of your employees already. If you think I will tolerate all the insults you're hurling at me just because you're a job provider, then, you can shove this job up your stoic ass,” I said in one breath and Harry looked at both of

I keep my voice serious and Harry sighs. “Okay, you caught me. I have basic life skills. I know, it’s a lot to take in. There is a brain in here, I’m not just a pretty face.” He knocks himself on the head with his knuckles as he says this and I absolutely lose it. I was a little worried that going on an ‘official’ date would make things weird between us, but apparently I had nothing to worry about. Although I am a little concerned at how much time I’ve been spending with Harry lately. I should really hang out with some other friends or something. It can’t be healthy to let one person dominate my time like this. Particularly because when he gets sick of me and leaves I’m going to have all thi

Luna added, “Your father is right, Helena. If we play our cards well, we can live in luxury forever. To Harry, this amount is nothing.” Helena sighed, then flashed a small smile. “Alright then… but can I at least buy something? I want to go shopping!” Edwin smirked. “Fine, Darling. But don’t go overboard.” Helena cheered in delight, while Edwin returned his gaze to his phone screen, his eyes gleaming with ambition. This money was merely the beginning. As long as Arabella remained Harry’s wife, he could gain far more than just a few million dollars. *** In the quiet of the night, a faint melody of piano notes drifted from downstairs.

My sleepy eyes darted around in confusion. “You didn’t go live today so where did you get the money from? Do you have savings you’re not telling us about,” “And how did you know I didn’t go live?” There was a pause. “I always get the notification so I know you’re doing your job but that’s not what I’m asking. Do you have savings?” “I do not,” I croaked. How could I, when I give every penny I make to them? The only money I had, which was a personal gift from a fan, was used to buy a dress for the full moon festival.

Just as Alanna had said, there were over 30 million reads and when she went to the income, she saw she had made over 30k dollars and was to receive 6k this month alone. “Oh my god. That’s a lot of money for a werewolf book” She whispered and couldn’t even hide the amazement in her voice. “It’s not just a werewolf book girlie. You wrote a wonderful book with so many plot twists that even Lia would never see coming and that girl has read the twistiest books” “I’m not sure twistiest is a word, Ally” Iris mused at her friend’s choice of words. “It is now” She deadpanned and Iris couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Have you checked the bank account to see if you were paid the money?”

She wants it to be over, but it’s never over. “I’ll make you pay,” Ariadne nearly growls, fighting the drowning sensation. “How much money do I owe you? For watching the show?” Harry replies, humor being the thin film covering the hunger underneath. “Money?” Ariadne scoffs, the blue of her eyes hardening to sapphires. “You can only pay in blood. That’s the only way.” The Old Way. “Keep talking like that,” Harry answers with a laugh. “God, you’re making me hard. Do you have any idea how f*cking sexy that sounds, making demands, out for my blood. No one talks to me like that. Tell me how much you want to rip out my heart, baby. Make me cum.”