Harry Potter Revenge Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

~FLASHBACK AUTHOR'S POV Sia pursed her lips, as her smile dropped down. Glaring at Harry, she pulled her hand back and folded her arms on her chest; pouting. Harry was fairly enjoying her state. He was not going to give in so easily. She had ate all their brain cells out, as they tried to befriend her, now it was time for a little revenge. It was not like, he was refusing sincerely. He just wanted to tease her, while she was under his thumb.

Seeing that, he promised to himself that he will make all the dreams of the girl come true no matter what comes. The days went by with him getting immersed in his revenge and he got his senses back seeing the tears in Simran's eyes the day she came to know the truth . He realized he was in for a deep shit only then . When he met Sara that day, she enquired about the reason behind his sad face .

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

My hands moved on my instincts as I pulled my hands backward, protecting the urn at any cost. But, Harry, driven by rage and annoyance, snatched the urn from my hands. "Harry, no!" I screamed, but it was too late. With a cynical laugh, Harry threw the urn against the stone walkway. The ceramic shattered into a thousand jagged teeth, and a cloud of grey dust scattered into the wind, coating the hem of Harry’s polished shoes.

Rachel asked confusedly, all that they had been saying was meaningless to her, she was most worried about her father, she wondered how he had got injured, as she knew how powerful he was, the person who was able to injure him wasn’t ordinary either, also from the looks of it, seems like he had been injured for long and had just recovered from the injuries, thus she was very concerned of what was happening, she didn’t want to lose her father anytime soon. Harry looked up in surprise immediately after he heard Lydia's words, he had not noticed her not until she spoke, so he was a little bit surprised, "Richard is this your daughter," he asked, though he heard Lydia calling Richard dad he still

said Xavier a little sorry for what had happened. "You don't have to blame yourself like this, it will surely make James regret it. Better think of a way to get revenge," Scoot advised. "You're right." Xavier lit the cigarette in his hand, inhaled it, and exhaled the smoke. His thoughts were now on the woman in his house. It was this woman who deserved to be responsible for James' death. "How's Grace, why isn't she trailing behind you?" asked Scoot who seemed to be sarcastic about Xavier. For some reason, he didn't like Xavier's lover.

I snap, storming toward my room and grabbing the small notebook I found last night—the one where I jotted down formulas that kept haunting my thoughts, along with a few I’d crafted specifically for Oliver. When I return to the living room, he’s still sitting, as if rooted to the spot. I toss the notebook onto his lap. The gesture leaves him speechless. “There. Enough perfume formulas to get your revenge on Oliver. And I’ll even give you the name of the man who betrayed you.” “That’s not necessary,” he mutters, finally standing. “Yes, it is. That way, we’re done. His name is Leroy. Satisfied now? Do you think maybe, just maybe, you can stop hurting me like Oliver did? Or do you believe I have

She heard surprised noises from the girls. “When you’re in my presence you will be on your knees. Do not look me in the eyes,” he hissed, drawing her closer so that their noses were almost touching. “I see no value in you.” Rebecca struggled against the hold until she started to turn blue. Her hands dropped to her sides and her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. Syrus shoved her away. “Yasmine, the next time you try and tempt me with roadkill, I’ll throw you out on the street.”

I would forever remember what happened in order for me never to do it again. How else would I learn the consequences of such an act? I wasn’t sure Anja and Leander’s glamour of the pack would have worked, but I must say that I was surprised that it did. Anja even put the glamour over Harry so that he wouldn’t remember what happened to him. I was thankful for that; the last thing anyone wants is for that little boy to grow up remembering how he was killed then brought back to life. This vampiric spell also had people believing that Harry was born from Bastian and Lilly. Even little Harry will think they’re his birth parents. I wondered how that would work when Bastian and Lilly haven’t been t

Supressing my anger towards this mindless assistant of mine. "I'm sorry, Miss Siren. But I won't allow anybody to do wicked things to Young lady. I am Harry Spencers. I made a vow to myself that I will protect you in all ways that I can. I am just doing my oath." He's refusal make me wanna blow his head with a pan. He badly needed a good beating later. "This guy looks high on himself. Seems like he's been really in love with this witch." Claudia's mocking look gave me an impression that I want to skinned her alive right now. I'm wondering if she's not that smart enough to think about what Harry said.