Harry Potter Street King Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he then said. “Well, nothing in this world would have the slightest of your amusement here. So if you’re planning on conquering us, don’t bother.” she said before turning away from him, “you may sit in the bed while I find those harry potter collections of mine.” she said. The king awkwardly settled himself in the bed while waiting. Daeira then came out with stacks of CDs and strange collections of Harry Potter on her arms. “We’ll have this later but first, let see yellow pirate,” she grinned while placing the things on the bed. “Uh, maybe we should change because we both looked grand for a mere moon watching.”

If that meant being with him forever, then I’d rather we had no contact forever. He went on, “Teresa was only my first love, a dream to me. But now I realize that dream was fake. You and I are doomed to be together. You can help me get back to the Beta’s position, even the Alpha’s position, can’t you? Please. I’ll be yours forever.” Harry took a ring out of his pocket and tried to kneel down on one knee in the middle of the street. But before he could even kneel, he was kicked away. He fell heavily to the ground, and the small diamond ring rolled into the sewer.

Compared to the holdings of RC Corporation, it was like comparing pocket change to a fortune. “Shut your mouth! What nonsense are you spouting?” Harry roared, his face dark with fury as he jabbed a finger in her face. The veins on his forehead bulged as he raised his hand, threatening to strike her. For a moment, it looked like he might actually do it. Already in a foul mood from their failure, Harry had no patience for Stella’s shouting. Worse, her loose tongue could very well spread the news of their failed scheme to everyone. Did she want the entire world to know about their attempt to alter the will?

The king chuckled, raising his eyebrow, his hand gripping my elbow in a bruising manner making me hiss in pain. "The upper right corner on the third floor," he paused, directing his gaze, and mine followed but saw nothing, "your precious Armand and your carefully preserved wings," he put his hand on top of my eyelids before he enchanted a spell in my ear. I recognized the spell and I knew exactly what I'd be seeing when I opened my eyes and directed my gaze to the said corner above.

“I told them the truth. My mom begged. My dad… he just froze. But it’s done now.” She let out a soft sound as my lips trailed lower, "That's crazy." Her fingers threading through my hair. I continued, voice low and rough. “You know what this means, right? I’m going to be the heir. Everything my father built and what I had worked for — the companies, the properties, the empire — it’s all going to be mine one day.” I kissed her deeper, sucking lightly on her neck as my hands gripped her hips. “And when that happens,” I whispered hotly against her ear, “I’m going to fuck you in every single room I own. On every desk. Against every wall. In the boardroom after hours. In the master bedroom until

Raisa asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Ours," Aaryan confirmed. "My father wanted us to live like royalty here." Zarif chuckled, though his eyes remained sharp. "We *are* royalty. Now, we are the Kings of New York." Aaryan walked to the window. Below him, the city pulsed with life—car headlights flowing like molten gold, the Hudson River shimmering in the distance. He thought to himself: *One day, this city will be in my palm.* But not today. Today was for observation. Today was for survival.

As this passed through the school and everyone knows that Harry is engaged to Ava, the only daughter of the most powerful family in the world. "No! brother Harry! don't! please stop! he is just my friend! He didn't mean to do that! please! brother Harry!" Ava is crying and begging Harry to stop beating one of her friends, who tried to kiss Ava. Harry walk inside at that time and started to beat the shit out of him on that time. He doesn't like anyone talking to Ava but seeing someone so close to Ava's face and trying to kiss her is something he can't imagine.

and by saying that Harry got up from his seat, but he stopped on hearing Rajat’s next question. “You didn’t ask this girl’s name?” Rajat said on which Harry turned towards him with a smirk and said, “I’m the King of British Mafia don’t forget that,” and by saying that he left from there. Next-Day:- Harry came to his university; he was walking in the parking lot when he saw Sanjeev standing a little far from him and was talking to his class fellows. 1st Harry thought to talk to him, but later he thought what if he took it in a wrong way? So he just dropped that idea and stepped forward.

I was standing so close to him, I could feel his heat from where I stood beside his seat. "Seat." He commanded and I did so, taking a seat on the small chair that was placed beside him. I held my head high, refusing to give in to my inner demons, refusing to focus on the fat ugly man who was ogling at me like I was a piece of meat. Just a little focus on him? I would have his liver coming out of his mouth in no time. "Stop staring at him." The hiss came low and I snapped out of my daze. "Hmm?" I looked up at the King.

I asked God to have mercy on me, even though this may be his doing. “I hope you enjoyed your last night as a bachelor, Prince Christopher.” Commented Frankie, his best friend patting him on the back. “I just hope it’s worth it” “Sure you will, though you’ll have to put up with your father-in-law, King Roberts is a real serial killer.” “Don’t mention it to me, your comment is not encouraging at all, Frankie” “Excuse me, Your Majesty! The king requests it at the entrance.” “They’ve arrived! I’ll accompany you.” Frankie said.