H De Harry Novels & Stories

When I reach his place, it's his friend, Harry, that comes to get me. It's the first time I'm seeing Harry, and I'm more impressed by his physique than his face(which I believe can catch the attention of only a few in a room). But his body is something any girl will swoon at. “My name is Deborah, but you can call me Debby,” I say to him as we walk through the gate. He sends me a friendly smile. “I'm Harry. Nice to meet you, Debby.” The place reeks faintly of cigarette smoke and alcohol, causing me to crinkle my nose. I'm about to speak when I spot Caleb amongst a group of guys in a small circle by the fence.

Harry habitually looked down to change his shoes, then called out, “Sadie, I’m home.” Seeing Cole carrying dishes, he stepped forward and extended a hand politely. He introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Harry, Sadie’s fiancé.”

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

I can feel the devotion and love radiating from him, and I know that he cherishes them. Before I have a chance to reassure him, I step inside the door and freeze. As soon as I see him, I know that Lily was not bullshitting me. He stands up and faces me. He is tall, taller than me, a lot taller than me. I’m six feet tall and he has to be about 6’7”. His long golden hair is pulled back into a sloppy bun. “A man bun…..really?” I hear Lilly say, but at this point I am totally ignoring her. His thick beard is trimmed short, and I can feel his green eyes taking me in as much as I am taking him in. My breath hitching in my chest I am panting like a dog in heat. Lily comments, “I wouldn’t k

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

he said to him self. After glancing at the door for over 5 minutes hus curiosity just couldn't let him rest. He slowly reached for the drawer pulling it open . It was so nearly arranged but something caught his attention. It was a very beautiful and expensive looking envelope. His heart began racing very fast he opened the envelope. There was a letter in it signed with the letter D and was handwritten. He recognized the handwriting to be Drake's. His heart pounded as he carefully pulled it out and opened it. I miss you. It's sad we couldn't live the life we wanted for ourselves. You'll forever be my sweet cute boy. I love you

she muttered. The knocking grew louder, more insistent. Olivia came down stairs, her curiosity piqued. “Mom, don’t open it,” Olivia whispered, her voice shaky. Her mother hesitated but ignored her daughter’s warning, unlocking the door. Three men in dark suits stood on the entrance, their faces unreadable. Behind them, the black SUV’s headlights cast a glow on the driveway. “Mrs. Harper?” the tallest of the men asked, his voice calm yet chilling. “Yes?” her mother replied, her voice trembling.

The man had a cup of coffee in his hand that he placed down on the counter before he grabbed his iPad and began to walk toward me. "I am Alec, your husband's assistant. He asked me to stay here until you awakened. Now, have you called your husband yet?" Alec asked. I looked at him with a bit of an annoyed look because he was talking to me as if he was my boss. I decided to ignore him before I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called Bo. "Bunny? Are you awake?" Bo asked. I looked at Alec before I asked Bo, "What is your assistant's name?"

Harry stood in the shadows, a subtle smile playing on his lips, his eyes radiating calm confidence. “Of course,” he replied, raising an eyebrow with that trademark mix of humor and certainty, as though he had the situation effortlessly under control. Harry was always like this—composed, astute, unwavering—seemingly born with the spirit of a fighter who refused to bow to fate. I looked at him, filled with gratitude and relief. The bond between us had long surpassed life, death, and honor; no matter the crisis, he was always there.

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.