Rich Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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.

Oh, how will HE make her squeal and crawl in her own intestines! And then Harry saw with his single eye a cloud of dust billowing over the road and knew it was all over. HE would, of course, fray… tried to escape. But he suddenly felt terrible fatigue, devastation, and indifferently dived into the depths of consciousness, giving way to his spineless brother. Let him do something for HIM at least once in his life… At least try. A slut with blue hair beat HIM. Or rather, both of them. Wow…

But then something reminded me that this was Harry. I knew him. I knew the way his mind worked, the way he twisted situations to his advantage and discarded people the moment they outlived their usefulness. A bitter realization settled deep in my chest. I had already outlived mine the moment he allowed his mother to start questioning my sanity and fertility. Harry would never accept another man’s child. Never. Not in his house. Not under his name. This… this was just another move. Another scheme. I would go, convince Richard, secure the merger…

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.

“We'll make sure everyone has a good time...” The stepdaughter did as she was told, stripping down to her cotton panties and lean thighs. Harry loved looking down at their panty clad pussies... seeing the bulge of their lips and the blatant wet spots formed on the material! It was utterly magical. He knew that in a few moments, his cock would be buried, for the first time, inside one of those tempting southern slits... and in this instant, he didn't even care which one came first!

"I'm done eating." Harry scans the Omega's plate and seems adequately satisfied. "Your room is upstairs, the last one, at the end of the hall. Take your vitamins with you. I'll bring you your coffee ice cream later." The Alpha's so calm. It's unnerving. "You will never have my baby," Ariadne says deftly. "I would sooner kill you." "And how do you plan to kill me?" Harry chirps, crossing his legs, vibrating with delight. "God, you're making it so hard to keep my hands off you. Do you even know how good you smell? And that mouth, f*ck. Talk back to me again."

“But keep in mind, honey... this is a young virgin here. He won't last long, will you Harry? Especially not after you've had two girls sucking your cock today. A stepmother and daughter combo? That only happens in comically bad p**n films, doesn't it? Lucky little boy...” “I'm a believer now!” Harry gushed, putting his hands onto the back of Gwen's head to drive his cock in farther. She gagged instantly. Coughing slightly. “Dude, Harry what the fuck!” She spat, wiping down her mouth. “You trying to impale me on this fucking lamp post?!”

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

answered Harry to the girl. "Daddy, you have an appointment for doctor Chris to examine you today." Said the dark brown hair figure with the golden shirt, still from the outside of the door. "Oh, yes. Daddy forgot..." Mr. Harry then stood up, "I forgot, I have an examination for control today!" explained Harry to his guest. ### They are walking outside the campus. "It is so weird..what we've done...looking for girls to marry inside the campus. So weird." Said Remus.