Female Harry Novels & Stories

Persephone cried. She could hear another heavy breathing and the thumping of heart as quickly as her own. In the deep silence, right in front of her eyes, a radiant face revealed itself, first the elegant narrow jaw then the proud cheekbones and the pair of shimmering eyes as black as the river Styx. Silken strands of raven hair unraveled and flowed heavily over a set of slender shoulders. Hades finally appeared from the dark as she removed the Helm of Invisibility from her head. Persephone gasped at the sight of the goddess and she quickly backed herself away in fright.

I asked her. “There is a karaoke bar in town, figured we could go for a drink now that the target has been captured.” "You should’ve run it by me first, our mission may be completed but we can’t have you drawing attention to us, especially with so many humans around." “But we blend in. Not all of us have unearthly gold eyes.” I glared at her, “And what if you get drunk and show your wings or ears, we could cause a lot of trouble.” Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around.

Stella said, “Oh, Ada, Harry fancies you. How lucky. I’m so jealous!” The rest of the women cast envious glances at Adaline. Adaline felt slightly embarrassed because she had not expected Harry would take an interest in her. She had heard about Harry before. Harry was a true scumbag who would ditch the girl when he was done fooling around with her. It was also said that he was arrogant, domineering, and wildly conceited. Adaline would not be interested in a man like Harry despite his capability. Adrian smiled and did not utter a word.

Harry sighed but continued to boil Sarra's brew. "Why not fried?" protested Sarra. "Boiled is healthier," Harry answered. "You're pretty well trained, is cooking your hobby?" "Not really, it's just that I don't like to bother other people when I want to eat home cooked food." "The woman who becomes your wife must be lucky to be cooked by you," said Sarra, keeping her eye on Harry. Harry stopped his movements. "That woman is you!" whispered Harry. "Really? Isn't Angela your future wife?" Sarra reminded Harry of his current status as another woman's fiancé.

"This little beauty looks so pure, with skin so fair and delicate. She must still be a virgin, right?" Harry sneered, licking his lips repeatedly. "I love trying new things. An innocent young woman like her is exactly my favorite. Of course, a mature stunner like Mabel is also very much to my liking. I'm sure having both of them in bed together would be an entirely different experience, it would be a mix of two extremes and I'd probably die from pleasure!

Megan and I both crane our necks trying to see Harry talking to the bartender, Megan actually stands up to see better. “I can see her!” She says excitedly. Not even pretending to be subtle, I also stand up and peer over towards the bar. Harry is talking to a woman with blonde hair that has adorable beachy waves. If they’re natural I might have to hate her a little. The woman is pretty, but I can’t see her well from here. She’s moving around behind the bar and I can see that she is fairly short. Probably only a little over five feet tall. She looks especially small compared to Harry. The red string connecting her and Harry’s chests confirms my suspicions. I drop down into my seat, trying to k

I messaged it to know who the hell she was. “Yeah! I’m so handsome in that. As always.” He sent it with a wink emoji. I rolled my eyes looking at his reply. I texted “The girl beside you is dominating you. You wouldn’t even get noticed beside her.” “What? You must be kidding.” – Harry. “No. I’m not. Who is she? Your girlfriend?” I texted. “Oh Stella! I have a princess as my girlfriend. Why would I go for other girls?” – Harry.

A decent girlfriend? "HARRY! What are you doing? Really? In front of my new coat? You went straight to that bitch and didn't even think about waving at me? Dude!" Yul said. Oh, so he's Harry. His name suits his physical features; he's hairy. Maybe if we get closer, I'll call him Hairy instead of Harry. "Hahaha! Why so jealous, bro? I just want to congratulate your wife! She's beautiful and no one is approaching her. Your guests are too shy to make a conversation with her thinking she's like a gold 'cause of her looks," Harry said.

The expert that his father had employed had failed to identify the counterfeit. But she was toxic to him. A devil that concealed their true identity and their inner workings was the most dangerous type. Since he was eighteen, Harry had been surrounded by beauty and had a deep understanding of women. "Guess!" Hadley said with an enigmatic smile. Harry shivered as he saw her stunning smile. "Heh." He laughed and took a step toward her, closing the gap between them. He smelled her fresh, clean aroma. She was the only woman with this clean scent.

Helen added. “Shut it, old hag!” Harry slapped Helen across the face. “Tyr Summers, Winifred Zea? I have never heard of those names! The king of Khanh City, huh? Well then, I am the god they worship! “You! Drag these fools out and give them a beating they will never forget! Nobody is going to stop me today!” A few of the men quickly pulled Helen and Jacob aside, while Harry went to the delivery room and kicked hard on the doors.