The Gamer Oc Fanfiction Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Act quickly as trained before in just a few seconds the recorder is on. "That's right, that year I killed your mother, I took her place as Lady Levi. Haha, you can't blame me anyway, blame your mother for being unlucky to marry Levi Smith. . harry potter fanfic She laughed in madness like a psycho. This aspect of hers he had never seen before. Was it because he exaggerated something earlier that she reacted so strongly? But that's okay, anyway, this is the result he expected, it might be even better than expected.

Harold's professor announced then stopped with a subdued tone. “Why? What is all this about? Is this some sorta game that I'm not aware of?” Harold replied, not wanting to become a wolf for the second time in one day. Besides, he was an omega—the omega, and he barely stood a chance against the well experienced wolf that was before him as an opponent. “You will find out soon enough, my dear boy. Goodluck.” The white wolf growled, revealing its sharp canines that could dig into Harold's skin without much stress. It wasn't a game. Definitely.

He glared at Willow as a disdainful look appeared on his face. "Who do you think is the one playing games with you? You don't believe me? Alright, then let me show you how sincere I am about this!" Then, Damian raised his leg and stomped hard on Harry's arm. There was a loud crack, and Harry's arm snapped in two. "Ah!" Harry let out another sickening scream as cold sweat poured down his body. He was in so much pain that his entire face was contorted. "Mom, save me! He's a lunatic! He'll really kill me!"

“Tell me exactly what you are talking about. The details, I want to hear all of it.” Harry folded his arms across his chest as Kael popped his button, exposing his chest. Blond streaks of hair peeled out and glinted against the dim light. “Leoric called to her. I smelt her too, it was…the scent on her was faint, too faint, I almost couldn’t perceive it. It was like she is an-” “Omega.” Harry completed for Kael. Kael nodded. He intentionally left out the part where he was almost suffocated from her scent when she was far away but lost it when she was near. He didn’t understand it yet so he didn’t know how to explain it.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

" so are you saying that the unknown gamer was a pretty boy?" I chuckled at his question, she's pretty but not a boy haha. " yes, and it will drive his fans crazy" END OF CHAPTER 41

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

The golden fire in his eyes burned with absolute, possessive victory. "Well, well," Lucien rumbled, taking a slow, heavy step toward me, his Alpha presence saturating the room so intensely that the air felt thick enough to choke on. "The delicate little rogue designer is actually the most dangerous hacker in the entire fantasy world. You lied to my face, Xender." "I did what I had to do to survive," I growled, baring my sharp fangs as I took a defensive stance, my hand dropping to the silver hilt of my dagger. "Now back off, Varkane."

We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry? Fuck that, who am I deceiving with that shit? Maybe at the end of it all, I am just a game to Harry. That fucking son of a bitch! Great! He's made me cursed his innocent mother. Let's be real though, what do I expect from a bad boy like Harry from the start? Especially since we are not even dating for real. He treats everything like it's a fucking game and I hate him for that. I fucking hate him. Without looking at him even when I really wanted to, I started to totter to the direction of the exit door but before I could cover half the distance, hi

“I am ready to focus on my studies,” “It didn't come from your heart,” “What do you want me to say then?” I leaned back in the chair. “I want you to quit gaming,” Harry laughed. “You know that's not possible,” “Then you can't graduate too,” I shot back. “What does that have to do with my gaming,” “It will divide your attention,” Harry went silent again, his eyes staring into a particular spot. “I think I know what you're trying to do,” “What am I trying to do Harry?”