Harry Potter Rapper Novels & Stories

"What the fuck is funny? Know what? I'm not doing this." "Oh, I like you. I don't trust in soul mates but you. I like you a lot,” He reiterated, bobbing his head with consent "Bye." "I am Harper. Harper Kennedy. I don't know your name yet, but if you consider screwing the entire world over and not giving a damn, I can help you. We have the same look and I believe you and I will get along nicely. Just a few hours, you look like a guy with nothing left to lose."

“I’m just so speechless right now. This is such a huge help for those kids. Thank you so much Mr. Scott. This is really going to make them extremely joyful.” “I really wanted to help so badly. He answers. “Also, we don’t need to be so formal here, you can just call me Harry.” I bite my lower lip and took my chance, “By chance, is Harry a nickname?” I finally had the chance to ask since all the signs were clear as crystal in my head as I bite my lower lip and I just have to find out. “Yeah. It’s short for Harrison.” He answered right away.

And right at that moment, his eyes were looking at everywhere else but mine. "Harry," I called in my calmest voice. "Tell me how did you get involved with this man." "You can call me Ryker." He said. "I didn't ask for your name. I will call you man." I snapped with an eye roll before focusing back on Harry. "I...used his bike...and ended up breaking the headlight." I still found myself calm. "Okay. And how did you get his bike?"

Harry stared at him with confusion but soon his body froze when the old man completed his words. "Rapist." Harry clenched his teeth as tears started blurring his eyes. He clenched his fists staring at the old man who chuckled at the angry young man. "What? Are you mad at me? You should have thought of this before laying your hands on an innocent girl you cheap bastard." "SHUT UP I HAVE DONE NOTHING!" Harry growled loudly making the old man stand up and glare at him. "No one accuses someone with such a serious allegation bastard. Do you think I will give a job to a bastard like you? Even Liam Stone has divorced your sister which shows indeed your a rapi---"

the intruder with a British accent threatened. A million thoughts began racing through Arianna’s mind as she stared at the man who held a gun pointed toward her face. “W-what do you want?” Arianna shakily asked. “Shhhhh. I’m the one doing the talking here, alright?” Arianna slowly nodded her head. “Good. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Harry, and unfortunately for you, young lady, you’re on my shit list.” “What have I ever done to you?”

I overheard Harry and Roger's conversation outside the private room and learned that Harry was the band's drummer, always wearing sunglasses and a hat, and few people had seen his true face. "Ryan, how did you know? Were you eavesdropping?" Harry's remark hinted at a lot; he must have known about my werewolf identity. "With such good looks, shouldn't you be a star? And hanging out with the Shanhai band's manager, could it be someone from the other band?" I sarcastically muttered some nonsense.

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

After some time had passed, the dim phone screen lit up again. Mallory grabbed her phone and looked at it. It was an unknown phone number. She said, "Hi! Who are you?" On the phone, a nice, but dangerous male voice could be heard. "Do you want the opportunity to sleep with Xander?" "Want! I want to!" Mallory answered almost without thinking. But she thought of some other problems after that and asked, "Who are you? How did you know what I wanted to do?" The other person on the phone said two words in a deep voice, "Ron Hagrid!"

I opened it to see Alpha Harry. “You had the nerve to inflict pain on my only child.” I could tell he was drunk; he was smelling of alcohol. “I did nothing to her; I only had to put her in the right place.” “I killed Lord Potter with my bare hands, and I can do that to you as well.” He shifted right in my presence, growling as his bones snapped. “You either surrender to me, or your intestines will replace that towel on the floor.” I watched his sharp fingers snap out of his knuckles. He let out a loud groan, stretching out his arm with an evil smirk on his face.

and by saying that Harry got up from his seat, but he stopped on hearing Rajat’s next question. “You didn’t ask this girl’s name?” Rajat said on which Harry turned towards him with a smirk and said, “I’m the King of British Mafia don’t forget that,” and by saying that he left from there. Next-Day:- Harry came to his university; he was walking in the parking lot when he saw Sanjeev standing a little far from him and was talking to his class fellows. 1st Harry thought to talk to him, but later he thought what if he took it in a wrong way? So he just dropped that idea and stepped forward.