Undesirables Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"You think you can defeat me? " Derned chuckled and tilted his head. Amusement shining in his eyes. "I don't think that… " Keiran scoffed. "I know it, " The alpha smirked. "Hunters… " Derned whispered, his voice low and monstrous. Keiran saw some shadowy figures emerging from the dark. They stopped before stepping into the light, patiently waiting for their leader's order. "Wow… you've prepared quite a show, " The alpha laughed.

" Harry was the head of Sable, also known as One. But I understand that he doesn't call Harry by codenames because they are just cousins. Me? I think they were just called by their names, but I used their codenames when talking to them. "Copy, Six." I just shook my head because he was smiling again. Haymitch reminds me of Arius and Saki. He's also naughty, and always stays by my side so sometimes I really tease him, even though I know he's the same way with other people. I just don’t really know why I need to be surrounded by these kinds of guys.

I needed to think about what I was going to do with Isabella. I had to talk to her nicely and give her what she wants so that she can leave me with my peaceful life and the beautiful family that I am about to have with Astrid. “What’s wrong?” Harry my colleague question me as soon as I stepped out of the elevator. “What did he want?” He questioned me as I shook my head looking at the floor. “He wants to hire Isabella,” I said to him and he widened his eyes as if had seen a ghost. “What? That is crazy. Lucas. This is not going to work” he said reminding me of what is wrong with all this. I should have been honest with Sebastian at the party.

"For fifteen million. Since that business started, you’ve never bought anyone before. You’re never short of women—sometimes you even have two at once. Why did you buy this one?" I lowered my head slightly, scratching my brow. "Well, she’s not like them. This one’s a bit special, Dad." "Exactly my point. Why? Do you know her?" "She’s Henrieta’s daughter," I answered, causing Dad to choke. He immediately set down his goblet. His goblet, larger than a priest’s chalice and lined with gold, was something he cherished. I have a similar one, as does Phoenix, but we don’t use ours.

I asked her as she got up to clear the table. “That my dear, is a question for another day. How I know is not important. It iis what I know you should be more concerned with” “There's more?” “Of course there is. The spell Lydia used to create the wolf gene was very complex. There are lots of ties and knots that can only be undone at the right time. Many of them are best left untouched for now” “You're trying to tell me something else… what is it?”

I flay my hands in the air as I speak. "Shut up!" He growls, but I ignore him. "You've changed. And it's for the worst. Where is the Harry who wanted everything good to happen to his pack? Where is the Harry that had plans to help each family in the pack with their problems?" "Now, all I can see is a vicious, murderous monster that kills for no reason. You instill fear in people who are already petrified at hearing the sound of your name. I don't like this, Harry. Nobody likes this Harry." I say in all sincerity.

But we had to be sure she could control her power before we revealed the truth. “How exactly would a witch have gotten into our pack undetected?” I looked to Dillon, our head of security, to help me out of this one. “They wouldn’t!” He insisted adamantly. I nodded my head as if to say ‘well there you have it.’ But Zayne seemed reluctant to let it drop. “But how can you be sure? As far as we know, our defenses have never been tested against a witch. I just can’t get it out of my head that there was something supernatural about it.” Zayne pushed on.

A strong sense of disgust rose from Harry’s heart. From the first meeting, Harry viewed Andrius as an uneducated caveman. A few months had passed now, and he still did not change a bit. It was time to kick him away from Luna. “Zenith.” Harry poured himself a glass of wine and said with a smile, “I have to give it to you. You are really amazing. Compared to you, Andrius has nothing! No background, no manners, and he’s not a gentleman. He’s nothing but a piece of trash! You are a lot better than him!

Seeing Harry crying, he hugged him and asked softly, "What's wrong, son?" "Hu hu hu... Hu hu... Hu hu hu..." Harry laid his head on his shoulder and sobbed, speechless. Carwyn, realizing that Nadia was standing beside Grainne, frowned and asked her: "Grainne, what's wrong? Why is Harry crying?" Grainne said nervously, "I don't know either! He was like that when he saw Nadia just now, for some reason he was crying!" Harry sobbed for a moment and then sobbed, "Daddy... Dad, she's a bad person, can you... can you arrest her? Hu hu hu... Harry was scared... Hu hu hu..” People had begun to gather around them curiously, and Carwyn asked, "What is Harry afraid of? Don't be afraid anymore okay? I ha

"Damien." "I spoke to my father last night," he said. The ceramic mug went cold against her fingers. She set it down with a click that sounded deafening in the empty kitchen. Cornelius Voss. Seventy-one years old, built of old money and unshakeable arrogance, a man who treated his own opinions as law and the rest of the world as his courtroom. For five years—through the clandestine meetings, the hushed boardrooms, the park benches, and the final, brutal devastation of a courthouse wedding that felt more like a sentencing—Cornelius had been the invisible architect of their misery. He was the shadow behind the curtain. The reason they had to hide.