Novel & Cerita Manacled Harry Potter Fanfiction

“The plan was to take down my brother together, why did you have to go for that pup? Everything was going smoothly!” “I didn't know you were such an emotional wolf who held such a grudge.” I smiled seductively, stroking his face. “If you hadn't tried to kill me, we would be reigning here together!” “So… was that it?” he raised his eyebrows, hopefully. “Why else would it be?” I kept my eyes on him. “You can let me go, or do I have to manipulate the magic again?” Sighing, Harry approached closer, inhaling my scent.

A memory of the day I fell into his lap while watching Harry Potter floated to the top of my mind. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smirked, “Do you remember the time I fell into your lap at the Moon Shadow pack house?” “Of course, we were watching a Harry Potter marathon with a bunch of people and you tried to escape me, but instead you fell right into my lap. Literally knocked the sense out of me, I was just glad you didn’t feel how turned on I was.” Jasper grimaced. “Really? You were so mean to me back then.” I pouted, looking away from his face.

The police Waites everything down and then Harry explains how she was holding me at the edge and when she got distracted I escaped thanks to Devin and I ran to him while Harry tried to keep her from falling. “She told me life without me would make no sense”, Harry says and I look at him wide eyed. Harry proceeds to explain that he thinks that was her plan all along, but that she wanted harry to fall with her and once he managed to keep his balance she fell alone. I place my hand on top of his and he looks at me with so much hatred in his eyes that actually gives me the creeps, I’ve never seen him looking so pissed off like this.

he called before entering the room, the door slamming closed behind him. “Can I help you?” I said, rising an eyebrow. “Definitely Angeles’” the man sneered as he moved towards me. “I’m no one’s” I growled, anger for my ex also residing. He’s the stupid reason I’m stuck in this mess. If he had just allowed me to stay a runaway I wouldn’t be tied up with a Harry Potter character. “Beg to differ sweetheart” the man smirked, leaning down in front of me. I gathered spit, ready to launch it at his face but before I could even attempt to, duct tape covered my mouth, my eyes going wide.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

And I wasn’t done yet. I walked back inside and found him still tied just how I left him on his back, wrists spread, his chest rising with slow, surrendered breaths. He smiled when he felt me near, even before opening his eyes. “You’re awake,” I whispered. His voice was hoarse. “You wore the red robe.” “You like?” “I like when you’re on top of me in it.” I straddled him instantly. “Then behave.” I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “You’re mine for the next twenty-six days, Harry Declan. And every time you disobey, I’ll take another piece of you.”

She, who was in a bit of pain, ignored the pain. One thing he wanted, Harry, must be his today. The water that flushed Harry's body could not relieve the heat. I need to find out how much Angela put in her drink. Harry turned and was about to leave the toilet, but Angela held his feet. "Harry, I beg you!" she whispered. "Le-let go of me you crazy woman!" shrieked Harry. Angela hugged the leg tightly, and Harry untied the hand until it separated; he ran out.

Harry's own laughter had brought tears to his eyes, and he wiped them with his sleeve, Jackson sat, seething and unable to find the fun in their rather unfortunate situation. "Call it whatever you want, Call it whatever you want!" He stood, his back hunched and his balled fist on the table, banging hard, hard enough that the bottle before them threatened to tip over. "I will not let go of that woman! I will not! Slowly and steadily, I'd make my way into her heart and she will love me!" He bit on his bottom lips, his eyes laced with a blazing red. Harry walked around the square room, his hand pressing against his forehead. This psychotic version of his brother sure was a new one. It's always

The tension on the other side was delicious. His footsteps pounded against the floor, heavy and commanding. “Guards!” I straightened up, clutching my skirts, listening as the men approached. The muffled commotion followed, Lexi protesting, her voice coated in disbelief. “You can’t do this, Manny, she is controlling you, she’s…” “Enough,” Manny cut her off. “Drag her to the dungeon. I have put up with her bullshit since.” A satisfied shiver ran down my spine. How perfect this was turning out to be. The spell was winding itself around his mind more tightly than I even dared to hope.

"H-harry…you need to go. I don't want you to die here with me." Harry stopped from picking the cuffs, but I knew he was listening. "They are going to kill me soon…." I trailed off, looking away. I blink because my grieving is coming back again when Harry pinches my chin, making me look at him straight. I swallowed when I saw the intensity in them as if he was digging up inside. "And I won't let them," he said with finality, and at the same time, the cuffs were removed from my wrist. I blinked, looking down at my free hands.