Harry Potter Street King Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

“Harry…” “Do you want me to come to your hotel again? Look at you, a shameless toad lusting after a swan. Do you even look at yourself in the mirror? With such a big and abnormal potbelly that jiggles disgustingly, a fat face and body that stink. Do you think you are anything special? If it weren’t for your money, no one would spare a glance at you. How dare you tell me to come over after tricking me and acting so wickedly to me? So disgusting!” Harry disparages coldly.

Harry put his hand on his chest dramatically saying “Oh Abi! I’m the second version of your husband and oh Stella! I’m your prince. You both can’t plan my murder.” “Actually we can.” Granny and I said in unison. “It’s not the good manners to hear others plan so being a good boy I will be waiting in the car. Plan well.” Saying that he started walking towards the car. We both laughed looking at him and then granny asked “Prince?” Shit! Harry you left me to answer to granny for your stupid sentence. “It’s nothing. It’s a stupid talk like he always does.” I didn’t know whether she buy my answer or not but she simply nodded her head not asking anything. That’s enough. We both then strolled to the

Nyra's Pov Life seemed to be far worse than when she was just a worker in the cáfe ever since she stepped into Blackthorne heights university. It had always been from one trouble to another. I don't even know what to think of because currently, her enemies have exceeded the count of friends. Seraphina, The Chairman who's delusions believed I'm his daughter and unknown haters. But Neither jealousy or delusion would make someone want to harm me this bad.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

“Like I don’t do that every day. I totally got this, man.” “Well, be extra careful, then. I’ll make sure you have an extra-large double chocolate fudge sundae waiting for you when you get home.” I gasped and placed a hand over my chest. “You sure know the way to a woman’s heart.” Harry shrugged with a humble expression and a smile. “I do what I can.” He turned serious again. “You better hurry if you’re going to get there early enough to beat Mike.” My stomach twisted. “Right, well bye!”

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

Brrrr. By the way, it was his idea to invite you over. Don't forget to say thank you when he arrives. He likes them all at first ... but then he inevitably realizes what kind of dirty whores you are! And then I'll gut them! Harry's voice rose, and Kit shuddered—he was about to attack her! The heart was not beating - it was galloping, beating a crazy drummanbass against the sternum. God help me! Harry noticed her reflex movement and grinned, pleased. Afraid… they are all afraid. HE is the God and the devil here, the judge and the executioner, and when he wants to, he will wrap her guts around a light bulb. Easily. HE can't do that yet.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.