Harry Crossover Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

Cameron Cross wasn’t a man who chased, not really. His life had always been a revolving door of people who came to him — journalists, producers, adoring fans, women who swore they loved him after ten minutes and two drinks. He didn’t need to seek attention; he was born under a spotlight. But with Jayla Hale, he found himself doing something unfamiliar. He kept returning. Not with bouquets or dramatic confessions, not with music blaring from speakers or songs shouted through windows. Just presence. Consistent, quiet presence.

She looked like she’d just come from a meeting she’d bullied someone into canceling. “I brought caffeine,” Hailey said, brushing past her into the living room. “And croissants, because I knew you wouldn’t eat anything solid today.” Elara blinked. “It’s too early for this level of concern.” “It’s eleven-thirty,” Hailey corrected, dropping the bag on the couch. “And I saw your face on every business outlet this morning. The CrossTech–Duval merger’s being dubbed The Power Couple Partnership.” Elara groaned. “Of course it is.”

Haley and Hannah are twins, brother, and sister, they both have almost unreal-looking long blonde dreadlocked hair, and pale skin. Haley has jet-black eyes, no whites of his eyes, and Hannah has deep dark blood-red eyes with no whites either. They look terrifying but are total goofs with their playful banter, and the pranks they play on each other, they are highly entertaining. Jace always looks so serious, like he is waiting for a strike at any time. Jackson and Chris revealed that Damen has a huge collection of action figures from different comics, anime, and horror movies.

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.

And both are impossibilities. Kael killed Harry. I wasn't there, but I heard the tale. How Harry had lost himself, how he'd tried to kill me, how Kael had had no choice but to bring him down. The pack had been quiet about the details, not wanting to traumatize me further if they could help it, but the result was clear. Harry was dead. So who was at the creek?

I smile sadly and add one last comment. “And I’ll ask you one last time. What are you going to ask me tonight?” I unlock my door and I’m about to swing it open when footsteps behind me have me whirling around. Harry is standing at the bottom of my steps. He looks exhausted and miserable. He is wearing a hoodie and has it pulled up over his head, like he’s trying to hide himself away. He has his arms wrapped around himself in what I imagine is meant to be a self comforting motion. I stare at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. His arms drop to his sides and he stares at his feet."

The knot in his chest tightened enough for him to fight for breath and his mind felt like cotton wool when he stood up needing to walk. The music was loud and sweat covered his back and collarbone when he looked around and moved past the loud talking people. “Hey, are you okay?” a warm unfamiliar voice said grabbing his wrist gently so he turned to see the guy Boyd had been talking to. “I saw you watching Boyd and I before, are you friends with him?” “Yeah, occasionally,” he muttered with a hard swallow before looking down at his hand still covering his wrist with raised eyebrows. “Oh, sorry, you just look a little out of it,” he said taking it away and holding up his hands in mock surrender

Anyone not in the know would assume that he was a gangster, what with this casual lawlessness he was exhibiting. Although Harry had a smile on his face, he didn't look like a decent man in every sense of the word. "Hello, sir, do you know where Heartbound Hall is?" Clayton Roose, a vegetable seller, took a sharp turn, pushing his cart. "No idea!" Harry paused. He asked Reagan, touching his face, "Do I look that scary?" "You have a commanding air around you, sir." Reagan, who had graduated from business school, was good with his words.

Something was going on, after all. My stomach fell. He wasn’t back because he wanted to be. He had to be. Then, when everyone had said their hellos, he lifted his hooded blue gaze to me and smiled. “Harley fucking Cross.” I smiled. “Hey, sugar.” Our friends parted for him like the sea, and he came toward me, filling up my vision with his size and my nose with his scent, pine, sandalwood, and freshly cut grass. “You look good,” he said.