Why Is Voldemort Bad Novels & Stories

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, and you’re getting your punishment. You see, you thought I wouldn’t know you would bring your little friends, huh? Silly girl. You should have planned better, but then again, this wouldn’t be as entertaining. How much would you bet that when I open this door, a few of those that came with you will have their severed heads flying everywhere?” I looked at him terrified. What the fuck is he talking about? How— how did he know? He couldn’t have known! And— and even if he did, they wouldn’t win! They couldn’t! The White Howlers and Blazing Wolves were stronger! They were… weren’t they? I started to spiral into my own uncertainty while Viktor just stood there looking

"Mother wouldn't have given you her gift if she knew you were worse than father, like hell she would have gotten rid of you." Dominus chuckled after hearing this. He stared into space. "Do you know the difference between us? I always get what I want." A cocky grin appeared on his lips. "You on the other hand are the good guy portrayed to be the bad guy. We both know who's bad between the two of us." Vamurus's jaw ticked. "Leave her alone, she's not one of those people you manipulate. She's innocent and too good for you." "I know. But good girls are girls in need of a bad guy to tame them, Vamurus. And I want her innocence stained. I'm planning on taking her to hell with me after I'm bored wi

Vildus thought deeply for a second and derisively scoffed. “Your pack? Didn't he bring you there without your consent? That's not your pack, they are a bunch of racists who believe themselves to be the most high and mighty. The absurdity of thinking vamps are below them is going to be their downfall and I won't stop until I kill them all.” The sheer determination of his words and that malignant look in his eyes was enough to make my heart clench. He wouldn't stop until he had wiped out each and every member of the Warbringer pack.

I try to reason with her. She started to bust out in laughter, which left me confused about what was so hilarious. "We... There's no, we. I am not and never will help out that ugly creature again. Just because he's a black vampire doesn't mean he's a good being. I love my beautiful and amazing race, but not all of them are kindhearted. There are a few bad apples in our race, and David is certainly one of them. He had plenty of opportunities to change, but he wasted it." She goes off.

She is really sensitive about everything and always tries to hide her problems from us. "It's is about Farhan's mom " "What did that lady Voldemort do and why the hell do you listen to her. I always knew she is evil " that lady always gets on my nerves. I hate her, she reminds me of those gossipy and nagging aunties of T.V serials.

"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.

“I like nap. But only if nobody says I have to.” Theo let out a low laugh. “You really went and made two humans who are the perfect combination of every annoying thing in your genetics.” I shot him a look. “Excuse you? Those blue eyes and that steel jaw are not from me, thanks.” Theo went quiet for a beat, something flickering in his eyes. That name we never said out loud, but that always hung there like a shadow in the corner of the room, slipped between us for a second. Italian Voldemort.

His face twisted even more and he continued walking fast while I tried to keep up with his pace. “He isn’t so nice, he isn't even nice at all. Vladimir isn’t trustworthy. Most times, I feel like he's played a major role in the destruction of my childhood. It was kind of his fault that my father made me feel really terrible and mistreated me.” He squeezed his face with deep hatred burning in his amber eyes, expressing how much his childhood annoyed him. “If your childhood was so bad, why did you make the rules to make everyone’s life equally bad, especially to lower class werewolves like me?” It made no sense to me.

I always distanced myself from virgins because I knew that most of them had attachment issues after taking their virginity, but I wouldn't mind taking her innocence. It made me a little sad that I wasn’t there for her when she needed me the most, I wasn’t there when her parents died all because of the false accusations that were made by my cousin. I was pissed at my vile cousin for participating in tricking Alicia. She went through hell all by herself because of the evil snakes that she trusted so much. The way forward for me and her was filled with so much fog. It was so hard to see where things would go. ---------------------------------

If he gaze grew any more intense I swear he could enter the Narnia in my brain. Look ahead you dimwit. The professor isn't standing on my nose. "Why are you angry?" He asked in a normal voice, not fazed by the teacher's presence. Why would he be? He's the bad boy. Bad boys are afraid of nothing. Well, you better be afraid of Joanna's wrath. I rolled my eyes at his stupid question. He didn't reply me when I messaged him, didn't return my calls and then asks this stupid question. Are all guys this stupid?