Harry Potter Revenge Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

Just as I felt the powerful surge of adrenaline propelling me forward, a forceful hand yanked me to the ground—none other than Brian, his grip firm yet desperate as he restrained me. "I, Brian Knight, future Alpha of the High Moon Pack, reject Michelle Howard as my fated mate," he declared, his voice steady yet cold. The words hung around me like a storm cloud, dark and foreboding, and they pierced through me with an intensity that felt like a sharp blade thrust into my heart. A wave of anguish coursed through my veins, and I struggled to breathe as the reality of his rejection settled around me like a heavy blanket.

The house where I'd tried so hard to build a family, where I'd given everything and received nothing in return. "They're going to pay for this," I said quietly, my hands clenched in my lap. "For everything they've done." Sophia glanced at me, something fierce and approving in her expression. "Damn right they are." I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Revenge would come later, I promised myself. Alex thought he could discard me like trash, thought I was too weak and broken to fight back. He was wrong. But first, I needed to heal. I needed to rebuild myself, to remember who I was before I became Mrs. Alex Hayes.

I snapped at the man. "It isn't because of me. She chose this path. She chose to have Revenge." Vladimir retorted. I scoffed, "So did I because it is what everyone else would've done, dumbass. When we are done here, I'm going to make you suck your own dick." And I was not kidding. "Now, where the fuck is Blake?" "Blake? Tell me—my dearest step-son—" he smirked making me frown, "I'm not your step son. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The girl froze, her wide eyes fixed on Daphne's towering form. "Are you deaf, girl? Those goblets should shine," Daphne barked. "Do you think Lord Michael would drink from something as dull as your wit?" The maid flushed a deep red, stammering apologies as she scrubbed harder. Daphne let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Pathetic. You are all so pathetic it's depressing to watch." she muttered before sweeping out of the kitchen, leaving a trail of fear in her wake. AN EVENING AT THE FERINWALD MANOR

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

The poison would then travel round the victim's body and kill them slowly," Harry replied. Immediately after I heard his reply my eyes became red and tears flowed down my face. Why was this happening to me? I looked at Andrew who had his face turned away from me and knew Harry must have told him about the situation but he didn't tell me. My pain turned to anger thinking about how my brother would die. Immediately I stood up. My breathing had become rapid and I was no longer in control. "Sis, where were you going?" Andrew asked immediately as I stood up. "To take revenge," I replied, my reply sounding more of a growl than a speech. "No you can't go," Lucy said, standing up and facing me. "Har

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

he bares his teeth, the gun tilting with every word, “—you’re helping her get revenge.” Behind me, I feel Victoria stiffen. She doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and I keep my focus locked on him because I know the moment I glance at her, he’ll see it as confirmation. “Revenge?” I let out a hollow laugh and tilt my head as if the idea itself is beneath me. “You give yourself too much credit. You’ve been failing all on your own, Harry. I’ve just been watching.” His face goes red, fury eating away at the edges of his composure. Vivienne grips his arm, whispering something sharp, but Harry shrugs her off, his entire body coiled and shaking.

"Because I wanted revenge—revenge on you, and on that woman! Harry, I truly love you. To be with you, I even poisoned Jerry. But you've always loved that woman. Your secretary, your mistress—they all remind you of her. You made me waste my love on you, and it hurt so much! "I knew Wendy was your obsession. So I swapped her and Jessica, and made you treat my daughter like your life. Do you have any idea how happy I've been seeing you adore my daughter all these years, Harry? I loved seeing you kept in the dark, watching you spin in circles. No one can ever make a fool of me!"