Harry Potter Romance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"He is already going to marry and you still have the curse." "It's good to know that he wants to get married. He said that I can only get a partner after seeing him in the aisle." "Are you sure? Don’t you cry later when he gets married." "I'm sorry, I've erased his name from my heart for a long time." Ervin just sneered at his sister who looked fiery.

he murmured, then leaned down and kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. When he pulled back, he tucked himself away, straightened, and slipped toward the door. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he said with a grin, unlocking the door. And then he was gone, leaving me kneeling on the bathroom floor, staring at my reflection in the mirror again. My hair was wrecked, my lips wet and swollen, my eyes dazed. Nothing like the polished girl my mum paraded around earlier. I barely recognized myself. But God, I wanted more.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

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.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

It was a twisted, sick obsession. "Carl, you have to stop," I said, moving back. "I can stop," he said, his voice suddenly soft, pleading. He moved into my space, his breath smelling like stale coffee. "If you just love me back, Liam. If you just tell me it’s not him. We can forget the money. We can forget the photos. I can delete it all right now. Just tell me you want me." Before I could even open my mouth to say no, he lunged.

whispered Harry so melodiously that it made the hairs on Sarra's skin stand up as if they were dancing. Harry pulled himself together, pressing his forehead against Sarra's. "I like you, everything about you. I don't want to lose you anymore, Sarra!" Such a sincere and asking expression on Harry's lips. Sarra returned her gaze. They were frozen for a while until, finally, Sarra wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. "Me too. I just want you to be my companion. I Love You Too!" he whispered no less intimate. The two of them hugged each other until they realized that it was very late at night.

“Harry, what are you doing here, I asked the dashingly handsome boy walking towards me. “Hey, how are you doing?” “I'm fine,” I said with a smile, somehow the way I felt about Harry had changed. I saw him more as a friend than a potential lover now. I can't believe he came to look for me in my house like Harry is the dream of every girl, there have been rumors that even the Almighty Bella used magic to cast a spell on him. “I heard some rumors,” “About what?” “People are looking for you” “I don't understand, who?”

They spent a good part of the late afternoon and early evening in her room, making love slowly. They also talked a lot about her childhood and adolescence, details of which Kath could now share without having to omit information that would reveal her false identity and the problems she, Darren, and their mother had faced. Harry was even more affectionate than usual, pampering his girlfriend in every way he could, preparing a bath with aromatic salts and a special snack for her, and not allowing her to lift a finger during the entire time.

"What wrong with me? you remember you kissed me last night and just this morning without an explanation" "I don't think it needed anymore but at least act along as stop acting too saucy"he concluded and walk out of the room and I slump back on the bed. What does he mean by someone like me?. . . . TO BE CONTINUED... Do you think Harry mean those hurt words? MARRIED AT SIXTEEN 2 💘 (DARK ROMANCE WITH THE ONE I HATE) Written by: Authoress Ricky ✍️ Forty Nine✍️