Harry Potter Revenge Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Harry, stop talking." Carwyn Levi lowered his voice. The always obedient Harry shook his head firmly and replied, "No! Harry wants his mother and Uncle Levi to get along! Harry wanted to tell his mother that Uncle Levi did everything. Uncle Levi really wants you back, can you forgive him?" Grainne knew Harry liked Carwyn Levi very much, she also knew Harry wanted Carwyn Levi to be his father. Looking at Harry's determined gaze, Grainne felt a little softened. She didn't have the heart to upset Harry again. "Okay, I'll forgive you!" Grainne didn't have the aura he'd imagined.

Harry thought in panic as he tried to escape the two beasts that bore down on him, his friends couldn’t do anything to save him and Theo was weak. Theo watched as they grabbed Harry with his cloth which was already burning, Harry screamed in pain as the pain was unbearable, the beasts were trying to burn him alive. The hellhound that dipped his hand into his heart tried to remove the dagger but it proved abortive. The death of Carly flashed through Theo’s head, he remembered the promise of revenge for her death and now he was about to lose Harry. Tremendous anger surged through Theo, his eyes sparked blue and his veins sprouted out, they showed vividly on his body…

“But keep in mind, honey... this is a young virgin here. He won't last long, will you Harry? Especially not after you've had two girls sucking your cock today. A stepmother and daughter combo? That only happens in comically bad p**n films, doesn't it? Lucky little boy...” “I'm a believer now!” Harry gushed, putting his hands onto the back of Gwen's head to drive his cock in farther. She gagged instantly. Coughing slightly. “Dude, Harry what the fuck!” She spat, wiping down her mouth. “You trying to impale me on this fucking lamp post?!”

"What If I don't want to stop?" I badly wanted Peter to save me right now. "Mmmm so is he this possessive that he marks you this bad?"He touched the hickeys on the neck. I closed my eyes in disgust, the tip of his fingers were like knives on my skin. "D..don't! I swear P.... Peter will kill you!", At this point, I was praying for him to come and save me. "Oh really? Will he kill me for you? Baby you are a toy to him for revenge…”

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

I sentence, seconds later my eyes close, I fall into a deep sleep and when I open them the day is gone and I'm in the middle of the night surrounded by darkness, blood and uncomfortable wetness. "I just want to go home." I sentence, seconds later my eyes close, I fall into a deep sleep and when I open them the day is gone and I'm in the middle of the night surrounded by darkness, blood and uncomfortable dampness. "Lea?" He appears before my eyes, the man I love, alive and breathing. "Enzo? Is it really you?" I caress his face and take pleasure in how warm his skin feels. His eyes are back, they're there shining, full with life. "It worked, I cast a spell on him, it worked, I brought you back

"Please s-stop. I am already dying second by second. I--" "Oh no, you don't have to die. You have succeeded in ruining your so-called love. His fiance broke the marriage already believing your accusations. You should celebrate Rose. You should throw a party now." She shook her head letting out few sobs. He chuckled. "Pathetic. Aren't you. Victimizing your lying self." He walked near her before grabbing her chin in a gentle grip. "You want to know where Harry is. He's reaping for what he never sow. He's dying Rose. Your love is dying." Her eyes widened when she heard is words.

I loved the place since it makes me feel close to Marcus and it happens to be the last place I saw him. The glass of Scotch in my hand tasted better than it has in a while. I had to think of the best way to get my revenge on Two faced and hurting Arthur’s business was not part of it. He is a good man that got conned into thinking he has an angel for a daughter.

she said as she turned and walked away. Nicholas felt his world crumble at his feet. No! This can't be it! This can't be the end! he thought as he screamed in fear at Jessica's retreating figure, "Please, Jessica, please, I beg of you, don't let me die." His words fell on deaf ears as Jessica walked out without even glancing back at him. Jessica smiled as she made her way to Justin's ward. Victory was hers at last. Revenge indeed was a dish best served cold.

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.