Harry Potter Revenge Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

Ilkay says, practically falling off the bus and into the house, “tell us about Harry.” “He’s around Uncle John’s age,” I begin between bites, “and he’s got scars. Like —everywhere.” I keep talking, ketchup on my fingers, telling them about the revenge thing, about Mom, about how he didn’t kill our grandfather, about the son who’s inconveniently in love with me … and the violated daughter who’s very much not in love with Enrique. “That sucks, bro,” Jackson whips, “You’re losing your touch, and I get stabbed.”

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

I didn't know what to do ,I didn't know if it was good to tell him about it ,bit how would he feel ,I didn't want men to feel hurt over it ,I just couldn't imagine his reaction ,he would be so broke and disgusted by me ,I could tell by just staring at his face alone ,he was going to hate me with all that he had . Harry ignored my intense stared at him and continued cleaning up my body and for a whole I just stopped looking at him ,he kept pulling off all my wears abs then he got to my panties ,I didn't waste anymore time ,I quickly wrapped my legs around him making him fall to to the bed and on top of me . "Are you you don't want to let me go "he whispered without starting at me " "I just w

he ran his fingers down my arm flirtatiously but I slapped his hand away making him pout. "Kind of. Would you say yes if I was?" and my smirk dropped. Harry was a great guy and we met the two years back and we instantly bonded. He has asked me before and my answer was always the same. "I am sorry Harry." "Is this about your past because I honestly don't care how many guys you dated or whether you were a badass rebel, I just like the present you. Though if you were the latter I would like to see it. And I will make sure that when you decide to do some bad stuff like robbing the supermarket I will provide you enough cover."

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.

Part 3 Harry immediately regretted what he had said to her. He lied to Anna. He never cheated behind her back. Yes, he knew Mia likes him and she did tried to seduced him before but he keeps on pushing her away because he have a girlfriend and he doesn't want to hurt Anna. Harry said those words because he wants a revenge and of course, to make her feel the pain he wanted her to feel. Now that he succeeded why does he doesn't feel happy or satisfied that he finally hurt her feelings?

He and the arrogant jerk had gone to the same high school before Harry had ratted him out for smoking and got him expelled. So this girl was Harry’s fiancée? He almost laughed. Revenge was best served cold and it was freezing now.

Greedy. He stole my father’s idea and ordered my parents’ deaths. I hate him. And everything that revolves around him. I wanted to kill him. I still do. But my uncle told me that the best way to hurt someone is to take revenge on their loved one. Xander Black is the apple of his father’s eye—his weakness. And the key to destroying him.

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’