Harry Potter Makes Money Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.”

Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have his parents back. “I am not telling you this because I am your friend, I am telling you this because it is true, understand sir that you must assume a marriage in order not to lose

Jessie thought there wasn't anything majorly wrong with Helena. "I just regret helping her earn 200 grand that night. She spent it all on food," Harry said with a sneer.

“We can’t afford it. High school education requires a lot of money. I don’t want to burden you.” Harry fell silent for a moment. Then, he clumsily wiped away my tears. “You don’t need to worry about all that. I’ll find a way. As long as I’m around, nothing is a big deal.” My face stung when his rough hand rubbed against my skin. The next afternoon, he took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills. “Use this for your school fees. I’ll give you extra money for your living expenses monthly.” The white light inside the shabby house was blinding. Harry looked pale, but his eyes shone bright.

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.

With Harry’s intelligence, he would make something of his own. They would then live happily ever after, no longer suffering from the lack of money! Furthermore, Harry was dating a rich woman, and he probably got tired of living a frugal life as well. Even if it was for the few millions Sonia would get from the baby, Harry would get back with her. That woman, Dior, might as well get out of the way. Harry probably was in this relationship for the money! Harry would only love her, Sonia, and no one else!

"Of course!" Harry smiled broadly like a sunflower and shoved Bob forward. "If you don't believe me, ask him. He's the one who wanted to borrow money from Mrs. Frost." Ryan looked at them, his eyes dangerously narrowed. "Borrow what money?" His imposing presence was too overwhelming. Bob was so scared he didn't dare utter a word. Finally, Harry spoke up, "He borrowed a loan shark's money from me, a total of 2 million including interest." "Oh, I see. You kidnapped my wife to threaten me into paying off this guy's debt?"

“But I can’t. We need to work together to get the money.” “How much does he want?” He told her. “That is too much!” She said shocked. “If he is going to leave the country. He needs that much. Bring half.” “I don’t even have a tenth of it! I don’t get paid much. You are a Richards, ask your dad.” “I can’t! Make some effort.” “I can’t either!” “Then we should get ready for a scandal and jail. What do you think Harry would think of that?” He sneered.

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.

"Vivian, don't be mad at Uncle Roland and Aunt Gina. They're just looking out for me. How about this? I'll wire you five thousand dollars every month. Think of it as my way of supporting your business." I let out a cold laugh at his condescending tone. "Harry, are you having fun spending that six million dollars? Is the Rolls-Royce comfortable to drive? Are you getting used to living in the villa?" "Vivian, what do you mean by that?" Harry asked, stunned. "Oh, nothing. Don't worry yourself about my business. Keep your money, because you'll need it to take care of my parents in their old age. After all, you're their most successful investment."