Snape Dies Scene

I turn down a dream research program at Hefford University just so I can stay and help my debt-ridden boyfriend run a burger stand. This time, he says he's serious. I give him all the money I've saved up over the years, hoping we can build a better future together. A few hours later, I discover he's forgotten two hundred dollars in the drawer. I grab the money and run out, hoping to catch him. What I catch is a scene straight out of a corny movie. The loan sharks who used to beat and threaten him are now bowing and nodding deferentially. "Sir, I guess we don't need to show up at your house anymore, right?" Kurt Saunders rubs his temples and replies, "Yup. Anna gave up her entire future for me. She even turned down an opportunity to study at Hefford just to help me pay off my debts." Before he even finishes, his childhood friend lets out a giggle. "Kurt, that's still not enough. You'll only know if she really doesn't mind being poor if she sticks around through a year of flipping burgers without any complaints." Kurt looks at her sly expression and lets out a helpless laugh. "Alright, we'll do it your way. One more year of pretending. Anna would never leave me anyway." I stand there, listening to the sound of my own heart shatter. Kurt, you think I'm giving up my future for you, but it's still mine, and I can take it back.

When the Blood Moon Alpha dies, his eldest son is to become the next Alpha. When Shaun takes over and must find a Luna, he chooses one of ordinary bloodline, which starts a war between packs looking to take back power. His sister, Allie-Jean joins him in the fight to keep peace in the land, but they could never prepare for what’s to come.

Everyone is given a choice in life, but what about the one for whom the choice comes by itself - suddenly and without a chance of refusal? What to do when the road to a dream turns out to be covered in blood, and sometimes you yourself seem like a piece of meat? And what if the dream dies, leaving behind only a void? You can't become a warrior and never get killed. One cannot be a sorcerer without coming into contact with death. You can't train to be a healer without cutting living flesh. In this world, to be a guardian means to know cruelty, dirt and pain. But love will endure everything. Even those that are not able to withstand the mind.

On the fifth year of our hidden marriage, I died on the operating table of a hospital belonging to Allen Jones. Before I died, I called him ninety-nine times, begging for help. The last time, he finally answered. His voice was heavy with impatience. "Enough already. First, it's pregnancy, now it's liver cancer. Can you stop making a scene? I'm exhausted from work. "Mia, when did you learn to lie? Do you know how disgusting you are right now? "I'm warning you—if you keep this up, I'll divorce you. Don't even think about coming back home until you admit you're wrong." But this time, I could never go back. Just before the call ended, I heard him comforting Sadie with a gentleness he had never shown me. "Don't be afraid. The surgery will be over soon, and you'll be fine. Once you're out, I'll take you to see your favorite movie and eat at your favorite restaurant. I promised you, and I'll make it all come true." After he hung up, I called him for the hundredth time. He didn't answer. Later, when Allen saw my body on the operating table, he broke down completely.

What will you do when you are standing at the altar eagerly waiting for the one who you wanted to spend your entire life with, and when you get to know that your bride or groom was not the one whom you wanted but a totally different person. That was the condition of Ambrose Jensen, the mafia of LA he gets to know that his bride was switched as he lifts up her vail. Will he be able to accept her? or will he torture her until she dies?.

The adopted younger sister claimed to be suffering from depression. To make her feel better, my parents hung me on the cliff, as if I were a kite. Servant reminded my parents that the little tree to which I was hung was fragile, leaving me in danger. My mom, Luna of the pack, replied scoffingly: "She makes Laurel sleep panic. She deserves to be treated like this. If she dies, it's her fate." My older brother, Zayn, joked by her side, saying: "It's a good chance to record how long werewolves live when they do not conduct feeding activities. We can contribute a lot to the Werewolf Council with this precious data." Even my mate, Greyson, showed an attitude of stoniness, uttering: "She is a vicious she-wolf. If she were not educated well enough before her transformation ritual, she would cause greater trouble to others." They left me alone on the cliff after saying these words. Three days later, it finally crossed their minds that I was still hanging. When they finally arrived at the cliff, they found nothing but emptiness—because I had already died long before. And when they realized the truth, they howled in agony, begging for me to come back to life. But I was long gone.

“Doctor we’ve been asked to pull the plug.” Hannah could hear someone say from the far end of the operating room. “But if we do, she would die.” The Doctor replied. “The husband says he’s not changing his decision. That’s what he wants.” The man stated and left. Hannah couldn’t believe her ears. “Hayes told them to pull the plug, even though I still have a high chance of survival?” ~~~~~~~ The last words Hannah hears before she dies is the communicated verdict of her husband, sentencing her to death on the day of her surgery operation. Hannah is reborn three years back in time, but this time she isn’t the same timid, devoted wife. She is now a fierce Pheonix who has risen from the ashes with a thirst for revenge against those who have betrayed her. In her journey to reclaim her worth, allies are made and connections are formed but enemies lurks at every corner. Would the path Hannah chooses to thread give her what she seeks or would it consume and destroy her? And having being scarred before, would Hannah still give the flames of love another chance if it arises? Read to find out.

Expendee’s Mated Vs Unmated This is the story about a young and innocent she-wolf. She has almost everything she wanted, mating with her boyfriend would be the cherry on top. However, her world crumbles just when she’s about to have it all. And now, she has nothing to lose. World Setting: In this story, we have a special werewolf rank called “Sigma.” The Sigma: physically weak; about 10% of the population. They would go through a period called “Heat” every month. It’s a time they would emit hormones that’ll make other werewolves frantically want to have sex with them, no matter mated or not. The omega themselves would be controlled by lust too. They are deemed as a threat to the sacred mate bond, animalistic instead of civilized. No matter what family they were born from when a werewolf starts to have heat turning 18, they automatically end up as Sigmas, the lowest class of society. FL in trouble: She’s from a decent werewolf family and wants nothing growing up. Her biggest dream is to mate with her long-term boyfriend when they turn 18, and happily ever after. However, things take a dramatic turn when she turns 18. She finds out herself to be a sigma, the lowest rank, the untouchable, in werewolf society. Drop from heaven to hell, abandoned by everyone close, how can she cope with it?? [Opening Scene] 1. Tomorrow is FL’s 18th birthday. She and her childhood-sweetheart boyfriend meet up. Tomorrow is also the mating gathering, where all the unmated werewolves would gather together to find their mates. Since they finally come of age, they plan to go together and mate under the moon goddess’s blessings. 2. They run into FL’s friend and her boyfriend. They will go to the mating gathering

A fictional world set in our reality, wherein, when a person dies, they continue their life in an exact replica of the initial world, with no memory of what had happened previously. In this world, there are individuals, glitches if you will, that retain their memory when the shifting of reality occurs. These people are called primes. The Primes are created from the longing of existence (child- Infinity) trying to defeat its mother (grand-mother), nothingness. This brings in the main character, Jude, the key in bringing the salvation that existence requires. However, nothingness was able to infect some primes, called finite.... who want one thing only, to cut the natural, infinite flow of reality, and lead us back to the path of nothingness.

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.