I Hate Harry's Novels & Stories

, Grace said . " But I'm so sorry mom, I cannot do that . I am not in good terms with him. Harry is not a good guy and he isn't worth all the stress", Akin said as he works out of the table. Grace gets confused and Doris trys to calm her down.

"Kyahhh! Guys! Aarone and I will go first; give me a chance to get to know my Papa!" Sarah is also a unique personality. Is it really necessary to emphasize Aarone's status as her partner? After all, her partner is an Academy prince, so who wouldn't be? "How fortunate you are, girl! Haaaaay, Too bad I didn't win a prince," my classmate lamented. Many of the girls were disappointed because they did not find the princes. "Sha, I'm going to see Thyron," she said, patting my shoulder and leaving me standing like an idiot.

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."

He’s not that bad. No, he is that bad! Fuck him! Of course he is. Not just for what he did to me but what he’s done to so many other women. And besides, what does it matter if the whole country hates him? Harry will find a way to fix everything for his favorite son anyway.

I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Hey yourself,” Lucas replied, his voice warm and grounding against the cold emptiness of the room. “Rough day?” I swallowed, the weight of the day crashing over me again. “Yeah. You could say that. Harry was…well, Harry. I don't think it's humanly possible to hate someone this much.” Lucas let out a soft laugh, tinged with sympathy. “Did he pull the ‘responsible one’ card again?”

He wanted me to hit his mum more often? "I mean stand up for yourself, not hit mum," he laughed hysterically as soon as he sensed my confusion. It wasn't funny. None of this was. "Why doesn't she like me?" I muttered. "I've not done anything to her, she barely even knows me." Harry wrapped his arms around my shoulders and gave me a tight squeeze. "She hates everyone, you're not special." I don't know if that was supposed to make me feel better or worse. "But she doesn't hate Samatha," I pointed out.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

"No one is coming to save you now. Not your mom, not your grandfather, nobody." All the students were taking pictures with their phones. They were laughing and making videos of me covered in blood and crying. "Please stop," I begged. "I never did anything to hurt you." "You're a vampire," one of Mila's friends said. "That's enough." "You don't belong in our school," another one said. "You don't belong anywhere," Mila said, pulling my hair harder. "Vampires are evil. Everyone knows that." I tried to get away from her, but she was stronger than me. The other students made a circle around us so I couldn't run.

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.