Harry Cedric Novels & Stories

“You can do whatever you want as you please, yet ensure that the woman will not mention not even a single thing, got it?” Harry spoke to Cristopher while proving his point. He suddenly called Cristopher to his office, stating that he forgot his phone in here before, and only now did Harry remembered to return it to him.

The man was wearing a suit and his face was clean-shaven. “Isaac Ford?” The man’s voice was very smooth; even sounding younger than his appearance. Isaac got down from the car and shook the man’s hands as if he was meeting a client. His father had taught him very well how to greet people. “Yes, the very one.” “I’m Harry Hart, chancellor of this prestigious institution. It is an honor to have you join us from South Africa.” The chancellor spoke as he led Isaac into the building. A lot of eyes were on them but Isaac didn’t mind, he was used to the attention.

Hell, my family has been in power for thousands of years, passing down power and heirlooms from generation to generation making it a hereditary system of government. I saw Cedric leave the church in a blinding tempo and I followed suit wondering what exactly he was up to. I traced him through the forest and saw that he was heading to the cemetery-- the witches' domain. What could Cedric want with the witches? And without an invitation from a witch, he can't possibly step in unless he was expecting someone to come to meet him at that spot. Is there any shady business he is involved in that we mustn't know because if I don't know better, I would have guessed he was trying to burn down the whol

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

There was nothing she loved better than a good story, and these five men had been at the center of many. "Then I ought to go first." Cedric finished his plate and looked about the table for approval to proceed. "I was the first one to meet Godric, in 1807, when he and I were seventeen. I convinced him to sneak out of the dormitories of Magdalene College. We had dinner at a local pub and got into a brawl with an upper year named Hugo Waverly over a woman. I beat Waverly to a bloody pulp and took his cane as a matter of honor." Cedric's fingers gently twined about the stem of his wineglass. Emily's gaze fell onto the silver lion's head of the cane that was propped up against the table. "Is tha

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.