H De Harry Novels & Stories

Harry lowered his head as he thought about the incident; partly shame… partly gratitude multiplied several times by pride. Shame because he, who was nicknamed invincible had put himself in such a dire situation, left to die; gratitude because it was this person who came looking for him and snatched him from the claws of hell and eventual death when even his superiors, the military had given up on him; Pride because he was his person, his family by marriage. “When did you learn to be modest?” Derek laughed as he saw Harry’s shy confession. “When I was doomed in hell and met the angel of death face to face…” Harry spoke in a solemn voice before winking playfully at Simon “Do you think the Demo

Hana who was also confused just looked at Dhava who quickly stood up, "Well, why are backup here?" Dhava, who had just found the location where Hana lived, immediately headed for Hana's house. The man had arrived a few minutes earlier but did not see the appearance of Hana and her friend. And now, Dhava's hand had grabbed Hana's hand and was looking at Harry with a look of hostility. Hana was stiff, suddenly her brain couldn't run at this time. He looked at Dhava from below, mahlum, Hana is shorter than Dhava.

The woman with a sexy red top smiles at me before she takes a long drink from her beer. “I want you all to meet Merry. My new found friend.” Harry formally introduces me to his friends with a huge smile on his face. “Merry this is Zion Watts.” He gestured to the black haired guy with a really handsome face who has tattoos on him as he greeted me a low hello and I responded courteously. “He might look a bit aloof but he’s actually fun.” I smiled at Harry. “This is Neal Bartley.” Harry gestures to the guy with blond who was kind enough to extend his hand to me for a handshake to which I accepted. “He’s just freaking laughing all the time.”

He was going to do everything possible to get her forgiveness and get back together. Harry walked into Hedz. One of the biggest PR companies in the state of California. He had a deal to cover with them concerning his latest project. He was dressed in a suit and a turtle neck polo. He held his briefcase in his right hand as a female staff walked up to him. The meeting had already been scheduled and he was a few minutes late.

he smiled like an innocent little thing. Harry has a face that could deceive the world that he was an innocent young man but that's not true. Harry is a murderer and the Don and boss of the whole of the United kingdom. "Fucking city!" I spat out and Harry chuckled. It was true that I hardly come to another territory. I remained in mine or else it's so urgent like this case. Harry was already taken me to his car with my men and his tailing behind when I paused, "I need to get to know what happened to the fucker in that room"

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

He continued, tightening his fingers around Harry's reddened neck. “Let him go…” I whispered, touching his shoulder as my eyes softened and almost immediately, he let go. Harry, as if he hadn't just escaped death by strangling, whipped his now red head back up, his eyes meeting mine. “I'm Harry, a old buddy, or should I saw, frenemy of your mate.” I forced a smile. “You already know I am but her goes nothing. I'm Andrea, l—” Darius caught hold of Harry's arm and pushed him back causing him to stumble for a few seconds. Yet, as if he couldn't read in between the already clear lines, he still strutted towards us, unfazed.

” she asked instead. “Well, Harry called me,” D said and sat down on the bar stool beside Sarah. “Said that he’d of course support me if I wanted to do this…” “Good,” Sarah said. “That’s great!” “Yeah…” D nodded. “What’s the problem then?” Sarah asked with a little frown. “What…? – No problem. Why?” “Well, you don’t seem too enthusiastic.” “Sure I’m enthusiastic,” D claimed. “It’s just all still kind of vague and far away at the moment… Once I go to London for that conference-seminar thing and I get a chance to meet with Harry’s brother and the colleagues there, I’ll know more.”

he added. “You should be! I have a gift for you,” Harry said, gesturing for Shadrach to take a seat on the couch. “So, what’s the news?” Shadrach asked. Harry was meticulous in his work, and despite being in his forties, he was well-groomed. He was Shadrach’s father’s most trusted associate and the son of the driver who had dropped Shadrach off at the hospital the other day. Harry’s family had always been loyal to Shadrach’s family, assisting him in covering up a few things. Additionally, Harry was an IT expert, and it wouldn’t take him long to gather the information he needed.

Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him. “It makes no difference! That is mine!” Harry did not realize when he growled, and as he did, his wolf had flickered. The anger waved through him, yet Dante remained calm. Harry took a deep breath. He felt like he had gone above the board. He cracked his throat, and when he looked at Dante again, he felt more relaxed. Listen, this would deal will do a lot for you, you can finally get off his shackles and most especially, you get your woman back”