I Hate Harry's Novels & Stories

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

Jane chuckled and Harry smiled. “I like games” “Yeah every boy likes games. What’s your favorite color Harry?” “Green” “Green? Why? I thought normal likes blue or yellow while freaks and weird ones likes red and black” “I’m not in the parts you classified” Harry responded. “So tell me, why do you like the green color?” “My favorite superhero is Green Lantern. I hate Superman but I love the fact that green light hurts him” “Okay you are a villain right now” Jane peeped at him and he giggled.

Harry says in an awfully sure tone as he relaxes into himself and orders people around. "No!" I object, standing up this time. "They are not dying. I will not let it happen. Just because they did bad things doesn't mean you get to take away their lives. What right do you have to take another person’s life?" I ask Harry as I stand in front of him, and he rolls his eyes. "But they had the right to attack and betray their own pack, who have treated them with nothing but love and respect." Harry says in an obvious tone, rolling his eyes as he does so, adding effect to how sarcastic he thinks this is.

I highly doubt you have hatred in your heart for Matthew like you do for me. "I don't hate you," Sophia. "You don't?" I raised my eyebrows. I had a hard time believing that. Every time I tried to listen to her thoughts, she had nothing but disdain for me in my mind. And she never looked at me lovingly like she did with Matty. "I don't hate you, Konrad," she repeated. "Maybe because I haven't been doing a good enough job to torture you," I teased. "Do you want me to hate you? You are so weird," she said.

"To hell with those so-called words of wisdom!" Harry cursed to himself, but he dared not speak out loud. As his eyes flashed ferociously, he seared this humiliating moment to heart, swearing that he would one day make Damian suffer in kind a hundred times over. Just as Harry was about to reach the door, a figure stepped in—Ivan. Ivan walked up to Harry and kicked him aside, fuming, "What the hell? Get back on your feet! You're such a humiliation!"

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

He always avoided bloodshed war while he could. Five minutes later, Harry knocked on the door and whispered "Package!" soon Jazzy entered the Alpha's room. Marco smiled knowing for sure Jazzy was staring at Harry in disgust. Jazzy was most upset when she was called a package or an item, and Harry knew that. Knowing that Jazzy hated him, Harry did it every time. Making Jazzy' annoyed is a funny thing for Harry. "That man! Can't you scold him? I hate it when he called me a package! " Said Jazzy walking in, Harry closed the door.

"Do you think so? I... I don't particularly like her, but I think if she loves you or if you think she's using you." And there I go, I'm a bitch. Sometimes I want to help, but then I ruin everything. "Ufff, okay, it's clear you despise her, but not me, please, have a little consideration for me and stop torturing me." "Who's torturing whom?" Harry speaks up from behind me. "Love, I'm glad you're here, as another head to torture is better than just one. Can you believe your best friend doesn't want us to be the wedding sponsors? He's crazy because he's not sure if he's ready to take that step, he's afraid of happiness!"

I laughed. “There’s no winner,” I said, “we just let the competitive sides of us come alive. We’re sorry, ``I added. Harry looked at me like I should have been speaking for myself. “I didn’t even know you were that competitive,” Emily said to Harry. “Oh, I am. I hate losing. Hate it. I’m sorry I let it get to my head, it must have been boring for the both of you,” he said, turning to Harper and offering her a smile.

Harry nodded, "Is the person Uncle Levi likes the bad girl who stole Uncle Levi on the day of his mother's wedding to Uncle Levi?" Grainne helplessly replied, "Harry, you mustn't call people evil behind their backs! That's very impolite, you know that?" Harry wanted to say that the girl who stole Uncle Levi was a bad person, but then dared not say so because he was afraid that his mother would be angry. So he nodded obediently: "Yes, Harry knows, I won't say it anymore. But mom, Harry really couldn't bear to leave Uncle Levi. Will Harry be able to sneak a visit to Uncle Levi later? Just a little visit is fine.”