Fem Harry Is Percy's Mom Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Miss Harlow? What are you talking about? She’s going to be the future Mrs. Moore! We should start calling her properly." "Oh, right! Good evening, Mrs. Moore! Sorry for the trouble!" Percy’s friends were quick to adapt, playing their roles well. Yvonne gave a modest nod, satisfied with their respect. But the moment the sound of the woman footsteps reached Percy’s drunken ears, his hazy eyes suddenly snapped open. Through his blurred vision, he saw a graceful figure approaching, her voice soft and patient. "Percy, let’s go home." A familiar and comforting fragrance surrounded him, and without thinking, he assumed it was Stellar who had come to pick him up.

Harry had lost his appetite. He was about dropping his fork when the soft voice of his mother came up. "Harry you're not getting younger any longer and Angel is growing so fast. She needs a mother. You need to give marriage a chance again. I hurt seeing my granddaughter growing without a mother" she said and she continued when Harry didn't reply.

Chapter 4 The door handle of the dressing room slowly twisted open. “Sorry Harry!” Gwen's voice pierced the air. “I won't look, not unless you're dressed. I just brought these for you to-- on my god!” Sure enough, the girl poked her head inside – where she spotted none other than her own stepmother busily sucking away on her boyfriend's pleasure pole! “Mom what the hell are you doing! That's my boyfriend!” Harry froze, like the stereotypical and cliché deer in the headlights. He remained quite stiff, you might say. At least his throbbing manhood did.

After thinking momentarily, she said, "Your mommy is on a mission." Harry blinked, looking somewhat puzzled. "Ironheart, the one who saves the Earth—have you watched it?" Harry pouted, using his fist to wipe his eyes. "Dummy." "Hmm?" "Ironheart's not real!" Charlotte was speechless. The little rascal was really annoying. After some thought, she said, "Your mommy will come back. Not like mine, who's never coming back." "You have no mommy?" "I do, but she went to heaven." Harry wrinkled his nose and said, "Why's everybody going to heaven? Harry hates heaven!"

We had that too but mom wanted to take it down so we did. “Is this her?” It’s Harry’s mom. I smile and Harry nodded. “This is Myles, my girlfriend.” “Myles?” Her brows creased that made me nervous. “Myles! I remember you now. You’re the girl that cried when Harry left.” I bit my lips, I can’t believe his mother remember that. I nodded that left harry confuse. “What Myles?” He asked. “You’re childhood friend when you studied here before going abroad.” His eyes widen when his mother said that.

“I see you have all your marks, daughter.” I turned around abruptly, and my mother was looking at me with her bright eyes and her hair down. “Mother!” I threw myself into her arms and hugged her tightly. We stayed in that position for a few seconds until we separated. I sighed, and as I showed the photograph to Mom, I asked her, “Who is she?” Mom looked at the photo in silence for a couple of seconds. Then she said, “She’s Harry’s first wife. She was his fated mate, Emma.”

Harry studied her for a minute and then smiled back, “are you Veronica?” “Yes!” She clapped happily, taking his hand as he willingly followed her out of the school premises. “Is my mom okay? She always comes to pick me up.” Harry asked as they approached Veronica's car. “Yes, she's fine. She's just unusually busy today.” She replied softly, subtly looking around in search of Viking. She was relieved when she finally saw him lurking around. She gave him the signal and he launched at them, followed by three other huge men. Veronica faked a scream when they snatched Harry from her grip.

Pierce accused. “Duh. Excuse me while I try to win over the mother of your child. Enjoy the bourbon.” “You don’t stand a chance!” Pierce called out. “I think you’re confusing me with yourself. I like the way Papa Harry sounds, don’t you?” Pierce rolled his eyes and drained the rest of his drink. Harry would be the last person on Earth Arianna would date, or so he hoped.

Talking to Harry was like dealing with a woman on her period—no matter what, she always seemed to be in the wrong. Harry sighed in frustration. “Just act normal. No unnecessary drama.” “But I’m great at drama,” Arabella said with a straight face. She was thrilled that Harry needed her. Harry shot her a sharp glare. “Arabella.” “Fine,” Arabella raised her hands in surrender. “I’ll be the perfect, loving wife for the honor of the Anderson family.” Harry exhaled, realizing he might have just made a decision that would haunt him all day.

As far as I can remember, they're friends. "But Alicia is his mate and she hates Carmela because she is your mate. You know that psychotic bitch has been clinging onto you since forever." Said Harry and that made sense. Right. And they must have used my mom's scent in order to confuse me and start a war with her. With that, I went out of the pack house and hopped on my car. I was about to start the engine when Andy got in. "You don't expect me to let you go alone now, do you?" I just answered him with a deep sigh before stepping on gas.