Harry Potter Rich Lord Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Suddenly I hear someone gasping for air, “I wanted to hear my future, but she wouldn’t tell me. She’s an oracle.” “This changes everything,” I hear Richard’s voice in deep thought, “Now I know she will not be going back to her friends. She will marry me. A warlock and an oracle would make a very powerful pair. I could take over the entire dark magic realm.” I start to panic as I hear this. I have to remain unconscious as long as possible, so that I can plan my escape. Just then, I hear both men yell, and I fall into a deep sleep.

"What do you think these rich guys think about? They just want to play with a new girl. They don't care if they ruin the girl’s life or not?" "It’s too late to say that now." Harry looked at Ronald. "You have listed all classmates and friends in the city, as long as you can get her on a blind date. Give me the list." "Dad, Mom, you aren’t really going to let Hazel go on a blind date?" Ronald frowned. "It doesn't work. The people I know are good, but they can't be compared to Joshua." "It doesn't matter. We want to let Joshua know that Hazel didn't care much for him.” He said, "That kind of rich guy won’t accept this and will break up with her."

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.