I Hate It When Voldemort Novels & Stories

Suddenly he got hit by Nirav’s toy car. “Ouch. Have you gone mad Little mouse?”, Vir shouted at Dhara. “How dare you say that I look like Bellatrix? You look more like Lord Voldemort you noseless species”, Dhara shouted at Vir. “For your kind information I have a nose. So I am not Lord Voldemort.”, Vir said giving a tongue out to Dhara. “You are a beast.”, Dhara threw another toy of Nirav to Vir. But this time Vir caught it. “Yes I am a beast. I thought I will end up with my beauty not a little mouse like you. See my fate”, he fake cried.

I asked. “No, Shannon.” He closed the distance between us, eyes hollow. “I see the misery I have wrought in her. All the pain my work has born.” He tucked a tendril of hair behind his ear. It rustled faintly, like the serpent crown of before. He watched me shiver. He reached out his hand, ran his fingers through my hair. I was too jarred to pull away. “I see myself in you.” “No! You are not the Voldemort to my Harry Potter!”

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

Not in a way that would please him. "Do you have any idea what I hate the most, little wolf?" Vladimir pondered, his tone so close to normal. His fingers brushed over the rim of the brand, following the mark Alexandria had burned into her shoulder. Her muscles flexed under his touch, but she did not respond. That resistance—it made him shiver. He smiled. "I hate hope," he whispered. "I hate the idiots who hold on to it, hoping it will miraculously save them." He drew closer, his hot breath on her shivering lips.

Noah said, giving me those damn puppy eyes again. “Sorry, I really can’t. You know how my English professor is.” “Ugh, that bastard doesn’t let anyone pass,” Lily scoffed. She had hated the professor ever since he marked her down unfairly. And she was right—he was a bastard. “Even his name fits him. Jeffrey,” Noah chuckled. “Like in Game of Thrones—except we don’t have the luck of him being poisoned at his own wedding.”

Xander said, looking at her affectionately. Ariadne smiled joyfully. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice the fuming Crystal, who was watching them from the couch. She abruptly stood up and dashed to the garden, where her mother was seated. She ran up to Emma and hugged her. "I hate her." she declared, gritting her teeth. "Who, dear?" Emma was puzzled by her action. "Aria..." she looked at her mother. "I like Xander, Mom. He's so smart, handsome, and rich... I want him. I can't tolerate him with her." Crystal's words revealed her intense hatred for Ariadne.

“Calling them from my phone? Do you really think they are so naïve that they wouldn’t recognize that it isn’t my voice?” “Who said I’ll be the one to call them?” I let out a chuckle. “You will bring them here. For me.” He shakes his head. “No way.” I shrug. “Well, I have my own ways.” I take a few steps back and turn around. “Take him to our car, we are riding him to the torture chamber. Many people have experienced slow deaths there.” As I reach the door and hold the knob, I hear Kylo scream. “No, wait!”

I hear him say while smiling as he scrunched his nose up in disgust,to show his distaste dowards dark coffee. " Alright I got you sir,I also do not understand why a sane person would like black coffee, I mean why on earth would you like something so bitter, with absolutely no taste" I reply too showing my absolute distaste for the said coffee. " I know right,some people are just very weird " I hear him say which made us both laugh lightly at what he has just said.

I looked at her with my brows raised in amusement. ‘I don’t ever want to see either of you, so please leave," I pointed at the door. ‘I’m sorry,” Lily whispered, and then they were both out of the room. “I hate them so much, Violet. I hate them.” I sank to the floor when my legs began to protest. I felt the rage slowly seep out of my body, and sorrow replaced it. “I would never let myself be marked by that monster even if I die,” I vowed, and I felt Violet protest since this was a dangerous vow.