Cedric X Harry Novels & Stories

"Harry was so sweet when I first came here. He never pressured me and he cared for me. He got to know me." "How old are you both now, if you don't mind me asking?" "I'm 24 and Malia is 20. We weren't intimate for almost a year after Malia came to live with me. She stayed in the spare room when she came here and now she sleeps with me." Harry held on Malia's hand. "And you care for Malia now?" "I love her." Malia blushed a little and it was obvious she loved Harry too. "What would happen, if hypothetically, your mate turned up?"

I asked Harry to find information on the person, I beat that night and just like the genius he is, he found me all the information, in just one day. Carl Houston was a third degree criminal with a white collar, supported by the powerful people. When I found out, I really wanted to know why Celeste decided to work for him. I asked Harry to find information about it as well, but he couldn't find anything. Maybe thats what made me freeze on my spot and listen to their conservation.

The hushed voices of women seated just a few feet behind him, pretending to sip their champagne but really just here for the drama. "That’s him, right?" one murmured. "Harry Hendrix. Sasha’s ex," another confirmed, her voice dripping with excitement. "God, can you imagine? Watching your ex dance with the guy she replaced you with? And at their wedding?" A quiet gasp. "Replaced? Sweetheart, Adrian is an upgrade. A billionaire, a celebrity athlete, and—look at him! That man is fine." A stifled giggle. "Poor Harry. First, the accident. Now, this."

Tension Harry's POV I figured my first step was to search for Leonardo Ambrose, the one who had disclosed the information to Celine. There was something about him I needed to understand to gain the crucial information for this fight. He likely had a connection with Jack, even though the name sounded odd; I had never met anyone by that name in the past or present that I could remember of. The day wore on, filled with worries, as the media gradually dissipated after a long stretch of waiting. Our patience grew thin, draining with each passing minute.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

Harry" I never understand your philosophy. What's the need for that? You are competent enough. You deserve that position." Aden "Change this topic. I don't wanna discuss this again." Harry "Did you meet with Xavier?" Aden "No he wasn't home. He had gone out with his friends. Thankfully won't be back till next week." Harry "That's good." We were recalling our college-time memories. It was a really good day..I went home in the evening. I went to meet Dad. He was asking about my day and I told him that I met with my girl again.