Harry Potter Pushed Too Far Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My flower stall that's stationed outside the university entrance gets thrashed by the hooligans hired by my husband, Anthony Rivera. So, I show up at Sienna Wright, the low-income student's graduation ceremony with a bouquet of roses. Anthony, who's a university professor, is in the middle of turning Sienna's tassel for her. When they are taking a photo together with smiles on their faces, I turn on my megaphone right away. "My husband longs to have two wives. One is the student he's sleeping with. To celebrate their affair, all roses are now 3 dollars each." Everyone just stares at Anthony, clearly dumbfounded. Meanwhile, Anthony, who prides himself on being cool and composed, finds himself panicking once again.

One day- I can say precisely when I know the date. I will talk to her with no fear... Maybe we will walk while holding hands, seeing eachother and smile. These are my thoughts so far... As I roll around my bed I thought maybe tomorrow I should just confess. What if I will not get rejected? So yes! I have liked this girl for quite a while now, it's going to be 2 years. She is elder than me and I guess it's the time to make everything clear. "That's when he took my breath away! I couldn't help but stare in his dark black eyes~"

At that moment he turned to face me. My breath hitched at the intensity burning in his green depths. He stated, "I've decided to let your people go, but on one condition." My throat dried up. "What?" I breathed. His voice dropped to a lilting octave. "Belong to me." __ King Lan is cold, ruthless and powerful. Anything he wants, he gets at the snap of his fingers. Except her. Willow is a sweet, wilful witch who aims to gain her coven's approval after years of being thought weak, clumsy and powerless by her caste-witches. When Lan meets the young, enthralling witch, nothing could've prepared him for the thrilling ride that ensues. A ride that involves pain, betrayal and untamed desires. Will the two be consumed by the age-long hatred between their species, or will they defeat the dark threats surrounding them and succumb to the sizzling attraction burning hot between them? Warning: Mature content. Suitable for readers above 18.

To save her first love, who suffered from uremia, my wife, who was a judge, used her influence to pressure the hospital into awarding one of my kidneys to him. I explained to my wife that I had kidney failure. Transplanting another kidney would mean certain death for me. However, my wife yelled at me in disgust, “His illness is serious, and you’re still acting jealous and competing for my attention? Do you even have a heart?” With the lawyer she hired, she won a court ruling that sent me to the hospital for the kidney transplant. In the end, my kidney failure worsened. I died alone in a forgotten corner of the hospital.

I was born with a weak heart. When I was nineteen, I got a heart transplant that allowed me to survive. Soon after, I met my wife-to-be, Vivian Cosby. Three years after we got married, I found a note in her phone that was not deleted. The date was marked as the day we met. The text simply read, [I found him. His name is Quinn Waverly. The heart is with him.] When I looked through the notes further, I saw a man’s photo, captioned with a name. [Randall] There was another line of text in her notes. It read, [Randall, through your heart in his chest, I will show you the world.] I finally understood. The first time we met, she had not been taken aback because it was love at first sight, it was simply shock. The tears she shed when she proposed were not because of me. In the night, she would always lay her head on my chest. However, she was not listening for my heartbeat, but his. Tonight, she came home very late. As usual, she held me tightly and buried her face in my chest. “Your heartbeat always makes me calm.” I did not open my eyes, nor did I ask about Randall. This was the first time I realized that one could hear a heart beat so loudly that it echoed, even through so many layers of skin and muscle.

My husband, the hospital director, stole my kidney to save his beloved first love, who suffered from uremia. While I was under anesthesia for heart surgery, he stormed into the operating room without permission and ordered the removal of one of my kidneys. I begged him to stop, explaining that my heart condition was critical and that I could not survive back-to-back major surgeries. He only sneered at me, his voice dripping with disdain. “I knew you’d be jealous of Cece and make pathetic excuses. That’s exactly why I chose this moment.” Ignoring my desperate pleas, he took my kidney and walked away. In the end, I suffered multiple post-surgery complications and died miserably on the operating table.

She’s the Editor-in-Chief. He’s the CEO who destroyed her heart. A year ago, August Wilmer walked out on Remy in the pouring rain, leaving her with nothing but devastation and a promise to herself: never again. Now, Remy is the successful Editor-in-Chief at the Daily Chronicles, a master of control. But her meticulously built world crashes when August returns as the company’s new CEO—and he’s engaged to a powerful heiress. Enter Cory, August’s charming stepbrother, who has patiently pursued Remy since the day August left. When the competition between the two brothers reaches a boiling point, Cory proposes a shocking solution to help Remy save face and protect her heart: a fake engagement, complete with a binding contract. Their sudden, high-profile 'relationship' successfully throws August into a jealous tailspin. But in the shark tank of the corporate world, Remy's integrity is questioned, forcing her to ask if her career—and her heart—can survive the dangerous game she’s playing. As the fake relationship starts to feel dangerously real, the Wilmer family’s secrets begin to surface. Remy realizes the mysterious circumstances of August’s departure, Cory’s devotion, and even her own job, are all tied to a painful, decades-old corporate conspiracy. To survive this war, Remy must choose between the brother who seeks to prove his love and the one who is fighting to reclaim her—before a legally binding contract seals her fate forever.

Natalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll. She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad. Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost. At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers. Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain. She slapped me—full drama mode. "It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?" Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare. I shrugged, smirking. "You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"

After my boyfriend, Matteo Hogan, has fallen asleep, I notice that his phone has been receiving numerous notifications. When I tap on them, I find out that Matteo has answered a question on a thread named, "How far can one go for the sake of the one they can't be with?" "I've been in love with my childhood friend for 12 years, and yet I'm now dating a woman I don't love. My childhood friend has a first love. In order to ensure her happiness, I purposefully woo the one that her first love has a crush on, who happens to be my current girlfriend. That way, I can help my childhood friend get rid of her love rival. "Now, she's about to marry her first love. As for me? Well, since I can't be with her, I might as well be with anyone else in this world." Only then do I realize that I'm the girlfriend whom Matteo never loves this whole time.

I fell in love with a cold, taciturn tattoo artist named Henry Kane. So I deliberately damaged my tattoo again and again, picking at the skin and reworking the design, just to see him a few more times. By the third visit for touch-ups, scrolling comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: “I’m dying of laughter. This desperate female lead literally destroyed her freshly tattooed skin just to see the male lead again, and she still didn’t dare confess her feelings.” “Henry Kane is actually the embodiment of an ancient ferocious beast who sat on mountains of gold and silver but refused to spend them, choosing instead to open a tattoo studio to experience mortal life.” “He looks icy and distant, but his possessiveness has long since maxed out.” “He was just afraid his violent nature would scare his woman away.” I looked at the man in front of me, who was lowering his head as he wiped down the tattoo machine, and he did indeed give off an unmistakable keep-your-distance aura. But the comments claimed that he wanted to possess me? “Um… Excuse me?” The man tilted his head slightly, and under the weight of his deep gaze, the confession lodged in my throat. My mind short-circuited, and I blurted out, “I… I wanted to tattoo it on my lower back this time.” In an instant, the comments exploded in joy. “Woohoo! We’re taking off!” “Lower back, you say? That’s a sensitive spot! Can this pure-hearted ferocious beast really hold back?” “Good grief, straight to the undressing scene! This cunning move by the female lead is operating on a whole other level!” The man’s hand gripping the tattoo machine jerked to a sudden stop, and the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Then he answered, his voice slightly hoarse and unreadable, “Alright.”