Harry Refuses To Fight Fanfic の小説・ストーリー

Every attempt to stand was pushed down again. The freezing ground seeped through my bones. My wolf curled inward in agony. My vision blurred. Green hair clung to my face, soaked with sweat and melting snow. Pathetic.Miserable. One of the guards hesitated before calling Gabriel. I heard his voice through the phone. “If she hasn’t apologized,” he said, “she stays there.” “I did nothing wrong!” “I won’t apologize!” Those were the last words I managed to shout before darkness swallowed me. He never wanted me.

He then stared at me in shock, never expecting I would attack him this way. Before he could react, I stared at him coldly and said, "Don't flatter yourself. Since you like being someone's lapdog so much, then be my guest. That strike was just payback for shoving me. From now on, we owe each other nothing." I ignored the fury in his eyes and turned to resume calming the warriors. Not far away, Chad was approaching with Yelena clinging to him, her face pale with fright at the chaos of the warrior's energy surge. He had seen everything that happened between Maddox and me just now.

"Exactly. Their official duel had already ended in a draw. Harry was the one who demanded this final, unnecessary showdown, all to soothe his wounded ego." "To force a newcomer out of the industry, he was willing to throw away every last shred of his dignity." "Personally, I don't believe Sharon will actually make him kneel and bark. No matter what, Harry is a veteran of the craft. She can't possibly drive him to complete ruin."

sneered Harry. “In your dreams!” Immediately after he said that, Yunus received his fourth slap of the day. “Do you think I’m playing around? I’m going all out today, Yunus! In the worst-case scenario, I’ll just perish together with you! I know very well that a b*stard like you won’t let me off easily anyway!” said Harry as he took a knife out. When he saw the look on Harry’s face, Yunus realized just how serious the situation had become. At this point, Harry looked like he was willing to do anything.

"You’re bragging when you couldn’t even defeat me? Let me tell you something-no one is stronger than me.Otherwise, I would’ve met him or her already." Harry was unconvinced. "Maybe you’re already looking at her." I flashed him a defiant smile. "Oh, really? Well, maybe I should just quit being considerate and teach you a lesson." Harry waved his fist at me, and his facial expression became serious.I turned my head and easily dodged his attack.Then, I clamped my hand on his shoulder, imitating the move Klaus used. As my heart sang and burned with surging fighting spirit, I sneered, "I’d like to see you “

Even though it's just a fist, Harry believes there is a special power that can paralyze anyone who is hit. Several minutes passed, attack after attack was still able to be pushed over by Harry, making the man who was leading the mission approached and ordered his men to step aside. He faced Harry one on one. Harry increased his guard. He prepared himself by rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and coat. "It's good when you're ready to face me, Harry. I'm glad that I finally got to face you. " "Do not talk too much! I will not tolerate you. If there's even one thing in my room to break, then I won't forgive you at all. "

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

Ford roared at Harry as he turned angrily to confront him again. “Hahahaahah!” Harry kept on laughing, “What were you thinking, huh? That I will let you have her when she has my kids? Come on, dude, you have no chance to get an inch close to her so get lost!” “You will pay dearly for this, Harry. You will pay for this and that is a promise. I am no longer that boy you use to bully in high school, okay? I am now a grown-up man, and I can fight.” Ford grits his teeth tightly.

I was tired. "No, we'll talk tomorrow and get some rest." Clover ended the call. "She's joining the troop," I whispered to myself, the sleep that was trying to build left my eyes. The witch was joining the next attack. It was confirmed now. "Who?" Mildred whispered beside me. I snubbed her question. "It's bothering you and I can't ignore it," Her voice cake again. "You love it when I hit you?" I asked exasperatedly. "Who is joining the troop?" Her voice was firmer now.

Their time as a couple was limited due to his busy schedule, and she can only recall a few instances: the day they met, the first night she got drunk, and their romantic evening before the orchestrated assassination attempt with the wizard. “Please, don't send me back. I'll find a way to fix this. I'll make things right.” Her teary eyes plead for mercy as her gaze falls on the vampire, who has just entered the living room again, and she quickly rushes to him to plead, “Don’t let him send me back to my uncle. I will be good and do everything according to plan. Please vouch for me, I won't disappoint. I will be good, please, I beg of you.”