H De Harry Novels & Stories

I feel a chill down my spine. “Karen has an accomplice”, - Harry says, and Devin lifts one of his brows, looking at him. “What?” - Devin asks. “She’s back to destroy me. And she has someone with her,” - Harry says “Who?” - I ask “Dave”, - he says, looking at me I look at him confused and then to Devin, that looks as confused as me “What?” - I ask “Dave was with Karen. I saw her leaving with him. She got to him. Or, I don’t know what she’s got on him,” - Harry says

Only one thing she messages to him is don't hurt her best friend’s feelings. With a gloomy face yet to find a solution to his problem, Harry returned to the assembled marching members. None of his circle of friends knew of the incident between him and the girl named Debbie, except Ivy. In the eyes of his friends Harry just looks like there is a problem that makes him not focused lately. “It's getting closer and closer, you know, the new year ceremony. We have to practice properly until there are no mistakes!” Eddy is angry because Harry's performance has dropped.

Apparently, it was the latest bestseller, based on the real experience of the author which I thought would be interesting and I made a note to pick up a copy. I sipped at my coffee as I watched the event staff bustle about getting everything set up, then the small crowd hushed as the woman who looked like she was coordinating the event stepped up to a small stage and thanked them for coming, and then introducing the author Eden Meadows. A woman stepped out, petite, graceful, confident and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I kept staring as she stepped up, thanked the crowd and gave short address. She had long auburn curly hair which she had styled so elegantly. She had a warm smile and porcelain s

What’s going on here? “The thing is, Ada,” he begins after taking a sip of his coffee, “that Damson is…he’s gay.” Both my eyebrows nearly touch my hairline. “What?” Harry nods. “Yes. He’s gay. He told me so himself.” “But…why didn’t he ever tell me? I never knew that about him! I’m shocked!” “I don’t know why,” he claims. “He should have told you. I think any time now, he will, but I didn’t want you to feel sad about his distance. He just has a lot to deal with right now.”

It's on a Saturday morning, Harry had gone to the gym for his weekend exercise with Martin's his friend. They always do this whenever they are together. Harry wears a short and free fitted T-shirt , With his musculine muscles all visible. One could tell he is athletic. He has his black durag on his head and his black and white coloured , canvas, Martins on the hand ,is on his joggers , he isn't as masculine as Harry is ,but has a nice figure,with his enticing dimples.

He turned around to look at the speaker. “I’ve got you this time” said a familiar voice. Kane turned around, “Harry? What are you doing here” “What do you think?” He clapped his hands and a couple of peacekeepers walked out of the tree around the grove and marched in resonance, geared with the formidable railgun, camouflaged attire and black leather boots. Harry moved forward, a mousy looking human moved with him holding up a glass umbrella large enough to cover both their heads. “You are losing your grip. A dead body, a murder weapon and a eyewitness. I expect I’ll get you a lifetime.”

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 can’t come tonight.” “Yeah, right. When you ever turn down a good tip?” He laughed easily. “Oh, but take it smooth. Hard-ass is on the case.” Hard-ass was Homicide Detective Harfield Cruiser, better known as Harry. Or just plain sir. “I really can’t…make it tonight.” “You getting busy with someone?” Curiosity spiked his voice. Teddy was married. Happily. But she knew down at the station that they all speculated about her. A woman who looked like her without a man? Something had to be up. “Well, are you?”

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!?"

A young man walke dinnand by the tattoo on the side of his neck, I knew it was the guy that delivered h third box. He bent and looked at me in the face “You might know them, but do you know me?” He asked.. He looked vaguely familiar.. He chuckled at the confusion in my face.. I looked back at Desiree who was too weak to look up. It felt like she wasn't even breathing at all.. “I'm Harry, the one who Desiree loved before meeting you, a very rich and handsome man!”. “Oh so you think you are the star of the show, well are you MichealAngelo, i need him to come meet as a msn, i need to meet zadok tell him to come!”.