Harry Potter Street King Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Her gaze left his body and moved to his face. His long curly hair was parted at his forehead,his narrow straight nose was perfect and his thin lips...Ohh..God. Why are you doing this to me Harry? She kept staring at him, imagining naughty things. She almost forgot the latest incidence as her mind went back to when she almost kissed him at the last royal ball party. Geez! She's so ashamed of herself to be thinking of that now. "Your eyes might pop out of the socket from staring" Harry finally said and looked at her with his soft golden eyes.

Had the universe not accidentally sent her to Sebastian's room… "You're intoxicating, Dr. Fey. Even when you swear at me, it makes me dizzy. And now, can you drop the act? I know you had fun with another man last night. You're not some sacred virgin anymore… So how about you let me enjoy what you enjoyed last night?" Harry loomed closer with a lopsided grin. "If you don't like having an audience, just say the word. I'll have them close the door. No one will disturb our happy ending."

He could break wood with his punches and was an exceptional fighter. “Hahaha! Harry, less talk, more action!” someone jeered. Stella held Adaline back. She had already lost all hope. Harry rubbed his palms together. He was as proud as a peacock to be here because he enjoyed being the center of attention. He was the boss here and was the dictator of this room. He was the king. Since he was the king, he should act like a king. Harry smirked and said to Adrian, “Get ready, deadbeat. I’m about to make my move!”

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.

After that, Harry’s tall and slender figure walked out of the villa under the streetlamp in the courtyard, and he was followed by Kai, who got into the car with him and drove away. When Felicity received the news, she had an even more triumphant look in her eyes. “Sienna, did you see that? You are just a pitiful and worthless wretch who can be easily discarded at any time compared to the person that Master Harry really wants to find!” The sarcastic and mean voice rang in her ear. Sienna held the phone and looked at the distant black luxury car downstairs. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as it turned into an inexplicable smile.

Do otherwise and watch her disintegrate. “You are acting all too full of yourself because of the king right...but you have to know dear Hannah that as far as you’re concerned, he’ll only see you as a charity case, a pathetic mutt who he had picked up from the gutters and given a chance to live again. Don’t bother to entertain any more illicit thoughts because i will make sure to ruin you Hannah, don’t try me...” She spoke with so much venom that actually scared Hannah. The girl was clearly obsessed with the king and from her past experiences, such persons always tend to hover around the dark side.

Stefan Something made me want to find Harlyn; I know the pups are safe, but after seeing Lucy, I know Harlyn is alone. As I walk down the hall, I hear the raised voices. “You used some kind of spell, right? What did you do to the king to make you think he loves you so much that he threw away a perfectly good future queen for nothing more than a whore!” The Earl’s words echo around the hall, and I move more quickly to her room. Stepping in, I see them, his body almost pinning hers against the wall.

His movements are a lot gentler, but the temperature on his fingers was so hot that it was frightening. "Mr. King?" An Taotao realized that something was wrong, and her heart jumped sharply. Mr. King, as if he had not heard it, leaned down on her feet and dropped a kiss, which was very devout, but with a frightening fanaticism. The eyes of An Taotao again widened, her back was cold and at that moment she was scared to say something. ‘This man, again, becomes a psychopath’ She did not know for how long, Mr. King only released her little foot after a while, since then she also felt nothing. Feeling relaxed and a bit discomfort But she still laughs,"Mr. King, you are so wonderful. By applying s

"Seventeen, Sir." The king nodded thoughtfully, his tsked as he kissed his teeth. "Hmm, seventeen." He mused, his gaze lingering on her face. "Almost a woman." "Not for another few months," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing with colour at her own audacity. He called her a woman. She flushed from the embarrassment of how greatly the word pleased her. And the colour crept down her neck. The king's response was unexpected. He reached out and gently brushed two fingers over her cheek. "I see," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

They are not only two branded items that he owns, they are also the best memories and most cherished friendships that he has. He drank a glass of water, ate his breakfast, and then Claude was out the door at exactly six o'clock, just in time for the next bus to pass. Forty-five minutes away, a prosperous city with reinforced concrete buildings appeared before our eyes. In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model.