Novel & Cerita Disney Descendants Harry

Harry was sent back to our motherland and banned from ever visiting Salvania again. Eight months later, I gave birth to a son, Matteo Darcy. When Matteo turned three, we took him back to my home country to visit my family’s resting place. At the cemetery, I saw Harry. He had become a priest, and he looked peaceful and calm. However, his expression changed at the sight of me. I ignored him and did what I was supposed to do, which was to pay my respects to my late parents with my husband and son. Before we left, I saw Harry mouthing something to me.

The adults did not expect the topic to be taken over by their children. "I have also seen Layla acting together with Uncle Eric. To be honest, even if Layla doesn't take over Tate Industries and instead goes into entertainment, she would surely be a famous star!" Robert said. "Layla has the acting chops! She could sing and dance well, too!" "Layla and Uncle Eric are so compatible. Why are all of you hating him?" Harry, Ben and Lilith's son, looked at everyone. Harry was 12 years old. His full name was Harrod Summer Schaffer.

Only when Harry finished breakfast and joined him on the couch did Kendrick quietly breathe a sigh of relief. "Mr. Duncan, I remember you like tea. This is some Royal Black Tea I brought back from overseas. Please give it a try. You'll see that it's authentic," Kendrick said as he took out the gifts he had brought. Harry pushed the gift away with a cold expression, clearly not accepting his attempt to please. "I know why you're here, and I believe you know my stance. There's no need to beat around the bush. I don't want to see my daughter suffer. It was my fault for what happened in the past.

“I’d go with Diana. I will choose the second one too.” Diana winks at me. “So what is it Harry?” Neal asks and all our attention were on Harry. Harry pulled out two fingers, “Two truths, I am a surfer. I’m the youngest in the family.” They all exclaimed in dismay leaving Harry smiling evilly as Diana and I were just laughing at our seats. Harry pulled out one finger on his left hand, “One lie, my father is a singer.” “You have got to be joking!” Zion exclaims. “I demand a recount!” Neal jokes as he laughs with Olivia.

"So it's you, and you've got some nerve!" Harvey sneered, looked at Woody with disdain, and said, "I thought you were some sort of formidable figure with three heads and six arms, but it turns out you are just an ordinary person." Woody's piercing gaze shot over, and their eyes met. Harvey instinctively averted his gaze, barely managing to maintain his arrogance and confident demeanor. "Are you the one who kidnapped Mabel?" Woody asked coldly. Harvey scoffed. "That's right! I am Harvey, the eldest son of the Harrington family and a direct disciple of the Iron Sword Sect's master!"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Hayden is my son. What does he have to do with Summer?" "Your son?" Harry sneered. "Hayden has no direct blood relation to you. The person who shares his DNA is Summer! Do you want me to show you the DNA test report before you admit it?!"

“I – I’m so sorry about that.” “It’s okay. No harm done,” Dad said quickly. I didn’t miss the look Theo gave me. I didn’t want his pity. It wasn’t like my Mom was dead anyway. I cocked a brow at him, holding his gaze. I wanted him to look away, but he simply smiled. I was the one to look away instead. Someone cleared their throat. Harry had come downstairs dressed in a white shirt and slacks and smelling like Dad’s cologne. “This is my son, Harry.”

My mother took my hand and walked out, but when I got outside the door I just threw my mother's hand away. "Mother, please stop your crazy behavior!" I shouted to her, "Harry won't be waiting for you outside the castle at all!" You're just fantasizing!" Harry was my father's beta wolf, and he had served my father. Although he generally respects my mother, he is definitely not going to become as dysfunctional as my mother! At this moment a familiar voice was heard close by. "Caroline, what are you doing?"

When I was about to tell that I didn’t want to go, I heard Harry saying “I’ll be with her, uncle. Moreover, Stella is a good friend of Jessie. She too wants to go out with Jess.” I huffed listening to him and I noticed him giving me a look, challenging me to speak against his words. I didn’t dare to talk anything in front of my parents. I chose to talk to him separately. They convinced my dad for many minutes and he finally said “It’s her wish.” Saying that my dad smiled looking at Harry. Harry smiled back. It seemed my dad trusts and loves Harry a lot. But little did he know is Harry is not a good guy like my dad’s friend; Harry’s dad.

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***