Harry Turns The Tables On Fudge During Trial Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dylan ordered Harry in a cold tone while going to the fridge and grabbing the water bottle. Just as Dylan went out of the kitchen, Harry threw the tissue and sighed exaggeratedly, " I am not paid enough for this!" He pouted and started wiping the kitchen counter again, " My life is so hard...! " he wiped his fake tears and focused on the kitchen counter, as he knew Dylan will kill him if he will leave a dirty spot. He let her dirty up his precious bed and was so hard on him when he spilled some juice. Harry huffed at his thought. Life is so unfair.

Our table had standing ovation, to show support as he begins to walk back to where we were and join us. His friends quickly complimented Harry as soon as he approached our table and they were not making fun of him as what he thought they would. Zion and Neal were patting Harry’s back before he decides to sit back on the vacant chair next to me. He stares at me when his friends left the table as they headed to the corner to play darts. Harry says, “Maybe someday.” I shake my head sideways, “Possibly now.” Harry stares at me with creasing brows but with a shy smile, “What do you mean?”

"Such a naughty woman. Harry would be so disappointed if he heard that." Sue laughs. She looks through the glass at Harry and then frowns very slightly. Did she see something move or was it her eyes playing tricks we ith the lights and everything inside? She doesn't say anything and just keeps watching, wanting to know if his fingers really moved under those covers and in the deceiving light in the room. It moves again. More vigorously. "Talking of Harry... Is it me or is that finger moving?" She asks and points at the finger so Ford can also look at it. After staring for a few seconds, he suddenly stands up on his feet and presses the button hanging over his head in the hall.

Harry said as he turned around to face her. He was not surprised by what he saw in front of him. Rachel had taken off her jacket and was standing in a seductive position. Harry was not turned on by her instead he let out a sarcastic laugh. “How dumb are you? You think that by doing this I will fall in your trap and sleep with you because I want information about Tamara?”

Harry had turned our fight into a spectacle. We stared in silence for a few seconds. The air in the atmosphere was so tense, you could cut it with a knife. The audience to my right and left backed away a little, sensing the battle ahead. I sighed, looking at them all. What a waste of space and oxygen! I looked at my nails and, in a bored tone, said, “Are you going to make me wait, or do you think I will attack you first?” Harry frowned. I could see the nascent fire of his fury snaking through his eyes. His wolf was trying to take control, not conceiving of a weak and pathetic female defying him and disrespecting him in front of everyone.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

It took multiple deep inhales and constant reminders that Lucy was in their custody before I could swallow my pride. Rising to my feet, I gripped the necklace in my palm and headed toward them. I barely moved a few feet. Palmer cut me off, her face filled with annoyance. “Did I say you can stand? “A piece of trash doesn’t deserve to walk on two feet. Get on all fours and present the necklace to Theo with your mouth.” The taste of metal filled my mouth. I bit down hard on my lip. ‘Dean Thornwall, keep it together!’ I screamed inside my head while dropping to my knees in disgrace. Clamping the necklace between my teeth, I crawled toward Theo.

"A crow with peacock feathers is still a crow. Taking bribes? They belong in jail!" Steven nodded grimly. "We're gathering evidence." Just as I was about to speak, my phone rang. It was the headquarters again. Last time, they'd grilled me about Lauren's ridiculous accusations. This time, they were groveling to the real heiress. James's voice was meek. "Miss Sargent, I messed up today. Curse me, hit me, do whatever you want—just please, convince Mr. Miller not to pull the investment. We really need it."

I frowned and said, "Do you see this? Do you see what a conniving woman she is?" Patrick looked at me, clearly in doubt. I feigned anger and threw the phone into his lap. "I can handle whatever nasty things she's trying to pull off, but I won't deal with people slandering me! You're such a jerk, Patrick!" I flushed with anger, appearing livid. When Patrick saw that, he quickly hugged me. "Honey, I was wrong! This is all because of me. I promise this will never happen again!" After that day, we negotiated with Lucille for another three days. She threatened to expose Patrick, so I got him to keep her under control by acknowledging the baby.

I will deal with him later when this is all over The sight of Harry stiff on the ground nearly makes me laugh. The big fool had eaten peanuts - his one deadly weakness. What has come over him? This is one reason I have to be careful and strategic about my planning- Harry is actually acting abnormal. As I look at him, I fight a smirk almost dancing at the corner of my lips. I cannot show my true reaction, Instead, I forced my face to crumble in tears "Harry!" I scream, rushing to his side like I care. "Someone call an ambulance! Please, help him!"