Long Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry now wants to eat more spicy hot pot. Thinking about how Harry really couldn't eat much just now, afraid that he would be hungry again at night, Grainne casually said: "So do you still want to eat spicy hot pot now?" Harry immediately opened his eyes wide and answered loudly, "I want to! I want! Of course, Harry wants to eat spicy hot pot! Mommy, can I really eat?" Grainne smiled and nodded, she looked at Carwyn but saw him frown. He asked softly: "Spicy hot pot?" Carwyn, actually Shen Mu, he hasn't eaten in a long time Spicy hot pot, the previous time was also ten years, while in college. He didn't expect that a consort like Grainne and Rich young master Harry likes to eat this street

But she didn't want to conclude until she hears directly from him. The door opens and Harry comes into the room, he knew lots of thoughts must have been going through her head and he really wanted to clarify everything . Harry didn't want her to feel that he was a bad person. He tells her about Bianca that he had been close with her for a long time.

'OH , I can do more than just stop you", Harry said with a dangerous glint in his eyes . His hands rolling the cuffs of his shirt so that his muscular forearm can be seen . I am sure things are going to get nasty if any of them choose this exact moment to say something , so this is my cue to take things over . "Hey guys, no need to get angry , why not we talk things over, right harry , Winston?" I step in between both of them ,my hands on harry's chest . I might've let my hands wander on the muscular planes of his rick-hard chest . I feel Harry's heartbeat quicken underneath my palm, so i let my hand falter by my side . I see harry smirking and eyeing me from my periphery and red hot heat ga

As this passed through the school and everyone knows that Harry is engaged to Ava, the only daughter of the most powerful family in the world. "No! brother Harry! don't! please stop! he is just my friend! He didn't mean to do that! please! brother Harry!" Ava is crying and begging Harry to stop beating one of her friends, who tried to kiss Ava. Harry walk inside at that time and started to beat the shit out of him on that time. He doesn't like anyone talking to Ava but seeing someone so close to Ava's face and trying to kiss her is something he can't imagine.

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.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

, he flashed him a smile. “But I can’t”, Eric thought to himself. “You can grab something from my clothes”, Harry said, taking off his sweatshirt, “I see we have the same size”. Eric looked away as soon as Harry’s abs appeared before his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked for the dressing room. It was only his first day, and Harry was already being a nuance. What do you think of the 1st chapter? What do you think of Harry’s character so far? How is that clubbing going to go?