Hermione Cheats On Harry And Regrets It Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And that's the problem. "Are you sure?" He asks me, and I nod. "I'm sure," I say with a smile. "Let's go to bed." I say as I snuggle into the blanket, and he nods his head reluctantly but lies down beside me nonetheless. "Goodnight." He kisses my forehead before laying down and wrapping an arm around me. I lay my head down on my chest as different thoughts run through my mind. I can't believe I imagined Harry's face and came. Does that count as cheating on Oliver? It should, because I feel so dirty, I can't believe it. What exactly is wrong with me?

’ I told him. ‘That we cheated on her. It wasn’t just you connecting with Reggie. Reika and I did a lot more than was needed for the spell. My heart broke when she went away. I felt like I lost my last chance at happiness.’ We rolled away from Madison and shifted into our half form. She sat back on her heels and watched us curiously. I sat down and prepared myself for what she could say. I didn’t want her to hate me for cheating, but I didn’t want to know she lied to me either.

Blood seeped from between my fingers, trickling onto the shattered remains. I didn't make a sound, but he froze. His bloodshot eyes lowered to the blood on my hand, to the pieces on the floor that could never be whole again, to the only memento from my mother he had just destroyed. His Adam's apple bobbed. For a fleeting moment, regret flickered in his eyes. "...I'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "I drank too much." I turned away, hiding my bleeding hand in the sleeve of my dress.

"You're too proud. Too over-confident of yourself. You make me feel inferior. You think I'm stupid. It's you who made me cheat!" "I never said that you're stupid even if you are!" She yelled. "I always respected you, Fred. I always worked to make you stronger. I always worked to make your pack better and better. And what did you give me? You cheated on me like I was never going to find out." Fred's forehead creased as he folded his hands at his chest. "It's not like you were never going to find out, Vera— I was going to tell you about it." "When?"

“ Uh.. listen, Hailey. Let me call you back. I need to do something first.” Before she could say anything more, I cut the call. No, this can't be happening. There must be some sort of misunderstanding about the whole issue. How could Marcus lie to my face to go and see his first love? I can't believe that. He can't do that to me.

She was better off as ‘Timid Isla’ rather than this angry bird she was trying so hard to be. I smiled “You’re a Monster, Cayden. And you deserve to suffer— you and everyone you love! You betrayed me and it means nothing to you, but I assure you, you’ll regret!” She bawled and started for the door. But I didn’t bother stopping her. Yes, I had cheated on her and betrayed her, but it wasn’t my fault. It was hers. She had been too… too Isla-ish. While Ivanka was her direct contrast. “I don’t think I’ll regret a thing!” I called out as she furiously made her way away. The guards that I could snap in half had left too and there was finally silence. Not the silence one would use for contemplation a

On the goddamn conference table, half naked. I lean forward, the tablet shaking slightly in my grip as I watch Ivy drop her award and part of it slams her foot. “Poor Ivy. Harry is cheating on her.” My jaw locks, and a sickening rage bubbles in my throat. "You fucking coward," I mutter at the screen. “How could you…”

I grabbed both her arms and held them over her head, and she dropped to the floor, kicking like she battled unnamed spirits. "I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your child, and you're brave enough to cheat on me with this arched-back bitch!" She cried. "Mike ...you cheated on me! You fucking cheated!" I turned to Beverly briefly. "Christ, Beverly, I'm so sorry you had to witness this. I'll give you a call. Password is 1244. Please take your leave. I'm so sorry!" "Let go of me! Let me go, Mike ! I need to teach that gold digger a lesson!"

Harry had thought that she was his girlfriend! Now that he thought about it, that was not the case at all. Harry realized the guy had just been using him all this time. If Harry could turn back time, he would most certainly not be friends with someone like him. If it were not for the fact that this man was really good at winning games, Harry would never have bothered entertaining him. "Giselle, it's all a misunderstanding. I've always hated cheating scumbags like him! Look, I deleted his contact right after I found out about everything," Harry said.

"Look! My face is swollen because of that guy’s punch. I wanted to take you with me, but he hurriedly took you into his car." Harry fabricated the story, trying to tarnish Nicholas's name in Kimberly's eyes. He wanted to ruin the relationship between Kimberly and Nicholas. He was sure Nicholas was just pretending to be gay to get closer to Kimberly. Harry could see in Nicholas's eyes that he had feelings for Kimberly. Kimberly squinted her eyes, looking at Harry's swollen face. It was indeed a bruise, but she didn’t believe what Harry was saying. "There’s no way Nicholas kissed me." Kimberly shook her head. She didn’t remember anything, but she knew that couldn’t have happened.