Harry Potter Wanted Novels & Stories

I stood up and stormed out of the room, I needed to get in contact with the secret team I had in London, they'll be able to help me faster,I needed to find that woman as soon as possible or I won't rest, I want to watch her every move, like a hawk, at night and during the day, I want to watch her, what she is up to, she doesn't have to know am there, I'll be like a predator watching his prey, and when she least expect, I'll bounce. I'll be her worst nightmare.

Still unsatisfied. I wanted more than I allowed myself to take. That was the truth. If I’d stayed there a second longer, I would’ve pushed her down and finished what I started. I would’ve made her forget her own name. And I knew she would’ve let me. That was what scared me. Not her but me. Because I didn’t just want her body. I wanted her reaction. Her surrender. Her trust. Her softness. And I didn’t know what to do with that kind of wanting. I grabbed my phone off the dresser, then stopped.

There were plenty of red lights, and each time, it kept getting darker. If I didn't act fast, I feared those red lights would be bleeding out of me and those I care for, in red, dark liquid form. ‘I would make you wish you stopped breathing.’ Did he really mean what he said that day? And that he would do anything just to get what he wanted... was that "anything" death? Was Marcel like that? Was Helen right about him? My phone chimed with a notification, and I clicked on the video. It started with a dark warehouse background, and then I caught a man sitting, bloody, on the rough floor.

“I don’t want to feel too burdened for your family. It would be embarrassing to—” Harry holds my hand and stops me, “Don’t worry, mom understands. I have discussed everything to her last night when you were fast asleep. Besides, there is another thing that I would like to ask your parent’s permission.” “What is it?” I questioned. Harry’s hand holds me a little tighter and I think he wanted to make me feel calmer, “I’m planning to take Merry to Maldives as she wished to see her sister and personally I want her too.”

Now more than ever, he believes Linus is behind Chloe's kidnap. “What do you want?" Harry asked the moment he picked up. “What, no hello who is this? You really have no curtsey Harry." Linus mocked. “Where is she?" Harry asked, kissing his teeth. He's been thinking of proper ways to torture Linus once he gets hold of him. He hasn't held a gun in a long while and he swore he would never go back to that lifestyle but Linus has pushed him to the edge and he would be the first to suffer his wrath.

Both were brilliant and were loved by all. "Stop spoiling them." Catherine warned him. "I'm not." He ignored her and gave his full attention to them. "What do you want?" He asked them, they jumped in joy when they heard that, they knew he'd do whatever they told him to do. "Daddy, we want chocolates." Harry was the first to speak, he looked at his dad and smiled. "I don't want chocolates anymore." Jerry said with a scowl. "Why?" Harry asked him, they just agreed to have chocolates.

It’s easy to point the flaws of people that you don’t like but when you do like the person you became blinded by it because even if they have that flaw you forget about it because you’re constantly thinking how great they are. “Want to get out of here?” I now on Harry’s back and I can’t help but scoff when I heard him whisper that to the girl he’s dancing with. I wanted to scream at him to tell him how I hated him at this moment but I didn’t because for some reason I wanted to know what will happen next if I don’t interfere. He hasn’t even drink anything yet aside from the soda from earlier--he even just got here and he now what to leave. Does he go here often to find a girl he’ll spend the

I slowly nodded, not trusting my voice not to break right now. “Want to see if Chris is down for a movie marathon tonight? I’ll buy the snacks,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “It’ll be just like old times.” Chris was sitting in the row behind us, surely a middle finger to my mother. “Did I hear movie marathon and Chris?” his voice sounded from behind me. “Harry Potter?” “Hell yes!” Chris whisper-yelled, causing my mothers head to spin around like something straight out of a movie. If looks could kill; Chris would have been dead the moment her eyes met his.

"She was just too obsessed with Harry Potter. Wouldn't shut up about it." I gaped at him. "I love Harry Potter." Wes stared at me with wide eyes, amusement flickering through them. "As one does but there's eight movies. For God's sake, imagine sitting through a full summary of each movie." I narrowed my eyes. "I would totally give you eight-movies worth of summaries. Personally, the fifth and sixth movies are my favourite but the Goblet of Fire has a special place in my heart. Robert Pattinson and all."

Now they were just going to kick me out of the pack. Heath raised my chin and made me look at him. “Maverick can get it himself.” My eyes widened. “No! That’s what I don’t want.” “What do you want then?” Heath asked. For the first time, I stopped and thought about it. “I want a magical wand that’ll make everything great. That’ll fix me and my life.” He chuckled. “Don’t we all? I’d wish for a father who didn’t hate me and wasn’t a douche bag. I’d wish for something else too. Something that feels so close yet out of reach.”