Harry Crossover Novels & Stories

She scoffed, “Your loss. You displease the moon and me.” And then the she-wolf disappears without another word, giving me a nice view of her perfect ass, further letting me know what I’ve just missed out on. I curse myself and turn my face towards the wall, counting the shadows there as dusk settles in. At some point the moon shows mercy and sleep claims me. I’m awaken by Father’s familiar scent, like cedar and pine nuts, and his voice echoes across the darkened room. “Slade, it’s time to get up. Grady just called. The moon has kept us in its favor. A vehicle registered to Jack Cross has just been found abandoned less than three hours from here in the Smoky Mountains. We shift in ten.”

“He’ll come.” The plan blossomed in his mind like smoke curling upward, intoxicating. By nightfall, the wheels were already turning. Kross had connections everywhere—gangs, businesses, even the radio stations. A man named Harvey ran one of the most popular late-night broadcasts in the city, a mix of music, street news, and call-ins that kept insomniacs and hustlers alike glued to the dial. Kross had funded Harvey’s gambling debts more than once, and in return, Harvey’s station was always open to his requests.

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Because that's not the person he expected to meet, and he doesn't look as dangerous as the gangsters they caught. “Who are you then?” He asked him while still raising an eyebrow. The man in front of him drew a short smile on his lips while extending one of his hands to him to introduce himself. “I'm Felix Crosinciano, the owner of this Vanilla party club.” After he said that, Harry grinned, and then he shook hands with him. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Felix Crosinciano. Just call me, Harry.” He replied as he let go of his hands and showed him his identification card.

He was sitting upright in bed, a small tray table in front of him with a laptop open, displaying past project files from RC Corporation. It actually looked like he was studying and preparing to take over. “Yeah,” Haley replied simply, her tone low but calm. * That same morning, Harry arrived at the office. Not seeing either Justin or Haley, he became even more certain that everything had gone according to plan. Before Sam could arrive, Harry snuck out early to visit his mistress. He had never been one to stay faithful. Although his early married life with his wife had been full of sweet, public affection, her domineering personality had started to show over time.