Harry And The Lady Next Door Novels & Stories

Harry asked. “He’s a moron,” Jason replied. “Harry, you wanna come get entertained?” Rufus teased with a chuckle. “Speaking of entertainment, I saw a gorgeous lady walk in a few minutes ago,” Harry said, smirking. “Where’s she?” He looked around. I turned my face away. “Then go talk to her,” Rufus urged. Jason, seemingly oblivious to their banter, kept drinking, eyes blank. Harry eventually came up to me. “Hey, pretty lady.”

I stare at the screen for a second. How do I even explain this? How do I explain that my mother just informed me I’ll be living next door with the boy who makes my life miserable? How do I explain that said boy showed up at my bedroom window five hours later asking for a favor? How do I explain my life without sounding completely insane? Ella: I have to stay next door for two weeks. The typing bubble disappears. Then reappears. Then disappears again. Finally: Lila: …with HIM??

We left the house and as i was locking the door, I noticed some dude ringing the door bell of the flat next to mine. I suddenly remembered the encounter from the previous day, her hazel brown eyes staring at mine as she sweetly asked me to turn off my music. She looked like the typical country girl with the pale pink body hug long sleeve shirt she was wearing and the white flowing skirt all the way to her ankle. Her blonde hair was in a bun which was kind of messy because a piece of hair was falling on her face. Seeing her and the way she dressed reminded me of my ex and I couldn't help but get angry, she had miss goody two shoes written all over her and she even had the nerve to ask me to t

Mother was grateful that internet was there, her daughter got a roof over her head without even moving out of the village. The old woman showed her the appartment. "This would be your house from today, unluckily the previous owner just left it that way. You can maintain its cleanliness after all you are a girl." The dusty room made Tina cough severally. She organised herself as she cleaned everything. She came across a personal journal. She thought she should throw it in the bin but thought otherwise. She kept it as she said to herself, "I will give the old lady once she comes back." As she was cleaning the house, she heard weird commotions at her immediate neighbour's house. She became conc

he mocked and cocked at me. " No one will harm you. You can go wherever you want after we capture your husband." I assured the lady. I stared at Harry. " No one will hurt her, Jack. " Harry rolled his eyes. I walked out of the house. I unlocked my car and got in the SUV. Harry went off with the lady to inquire about her husband. I asked my driver to park the car aside on the road. I knew she would pass through this road. My eyes were waiting for her glimpse.

I head down to the basement, I need to talk to the hybrid. I turn on the lamp inside the cell, making sure not to turn on the big light, don't want to blind him. there is a spell over the barrier of the cell so I know I'm safe outside the door, I open the door and watch the stranger get used to the light.

"May I? I am happy when a professional masseuse comes to me. But apparently, I prefer Auntie Warni to massage me, honey." "Who is Auntie Warni?" Harry frowned, trying to process what he heard. Don't let Anna have a term like hers so that she puts a man into her house by mistake. “She is my neighbor in the village. Tell mommy to bring her here, okay!' Harry nodded. He immediately took his cell phone and called his mother-in-law. "Assalamualaikum" A voice from the other end made Anna jump for joy. She had not spoken to her mother in a long time. and now Harry was pointing his cell phone at him and showing his mother and father's cheerful faces.

Hearing the familiar voice, Harry pursed his lips, attempting to hold back a sob. Charlotte tsked. "Oh boy, here we go again." Harry burst into tears while Charlotte burst into laughter, leaving Griffith speechless. "Li'l Harry, what's wrong?" Griffith said. Gasping for breath between sobs, Harry finally managed to say, "Bad lady, Uncle's wife..." "Slow down." "The bad lady kidnapped Harry!" Oh, he even knew the term 'kidnapping.' Leaning back, Charlotte watched Harry in amusement, curious about what he would say next.

Yo guys! Sorry, Andy's not in this one. But I hope you'll like it. Also, don't be confused by the name, "Amanda." One is the mother of Harry, the other is his classmate. – – – – The birds chirped over the window frame, euphoniously. The heatless sun hung delicately in the clear blue sky, while the air smelt nice and cosy. Harry gave himself a big stretch on the bed, with a roar-like yawn. Throwing the blanket off his body, he threw one leg before the other to the ground. He blinked, sequentially, trying to adapt his misty sight to the room.

I take a deep breath, feeling defeated and just as I’m about to turn the TV off, the screen shifts and Harry appears. My spine straightens, every muscle on alert as I watch his smug face fill the frame as reporters swarm him outside some gleaming building. “Did you meet the mystery woman Chase was with last night? What can you tell us about her?” Harry pauses, turning slowly toward the cameras, wearing a smile I used to mistake for charm. “Yes, I met her. Lovely woman. I just hope she knows what she’s getting herself into with Chase Sterling. He’s known for parading women around and tossing them aside when he gets bored.”