Harry Dc Novels & Stories

His voice seemed a little closer now and I can tell easily that he is walking towards where we were. “We have been looking everywhere for you!” He adds. I bite my lower lip as I hear Harry respond, “I’m so sorry Jordan. By the way, I want you to meet America, she was the one who made everything of this possible.” I smiled and greeted, “Hi.” I chirped. “It’s so wonderful to meet you. I’m Jordan.” Jordan responds as I feel his warm hand shaking mine. “I am Harry’s other assistant.” “It’s an honour to meet you.” I replied as I feel him pulling his hand away from mine.

We want someone who’s got their ear to the ground, supernaturally speaking, so this is a good thing. “How did you know?” I ask. Crazy Harry shrugs, then leans down to pet one of the squirrels between its little pointy, tufted ears. “I know a lot of things.” When he straightens again, there’s just the hint of fear in his pale gaze. “Are you going to hurt me?”.“No,” I say, giving Kian a pointed look. I drop my arm away from the feral shifter’s chest and step bodily in front of him before he can terrify our informant into running. “Harry, are you familiar with the Tree of Life?”

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.

"I’ve already made the call, Darcy," Harry said, his voice eerily steady. "My men are at the cemetery. They have the equipment. If you won't give me the truth, I’ll dig it out of the ground myself." "You are desecrating a child’s resting place!" Darcy’s voice cracked, her composure finally splintering. She moved to lunged at him, but two security guards stepped forward, their shadows looming over her. "Harry, if you do this, there is no coming back. Not in this life or the next."

And walked to his door. She knocked lightly. No response. She hesitated, then tried the handle. It clicked open with ease. “Mr. Declan?” The sight inside stopped her breath for a moment. Harry sat on the leather sofa, tie discarded, shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His jacket lay draped over the armrest, a crystal glass of scotch resting untouched in his hand. Papers were spread out across the coffee table, but he wasn’t reading them. He was watching the city.

But everything changed after she met Harry. Harry Ember was the only son of the noble family of Ember in the Drakonvale pack. His family had a long history of being warriors and Harry was one as well. His father died in the war sixteen years ago and at a young age, Harry became the head of his family. He was rather skilled and he ended up becoming one of the most important warriors to the Alpha of the pack, Alex Drakonvale. How Harry and Bianca met was nothing short of magical. Bianca had been denied lunch for coming five minutes late from the stream to fetch water.

“Yes, Alpha.” Few minutes later, a tall brown haired man sauntered into the office, his eyes bright with an emotion I could not decipher in that moment. Well, he certainly caught my attention. “Have a seat,” I said, watching as he did so. “Thank you for having me, Alpha Aiden,” he replied, rubbing his hands. “I'm Harry. Harry Winston.” “I see. What do you want?” He didn’t waste any time in responding. “To join your pack. I want to destroy the rogues too.”

“Harry? Yes, he is the best boss anyone could ask for. But he is on vacation and will probably be back by the end of this week.” “Harry?” I asked. Why does that name sound familiar? "Yeah, he is Mr. Black's best friend, and he also has his own business." He is an IT professional and very good at tracking people and finding information.” I listen to her talk about her boss and how great he is. She showed me all the floors, and we chatted like we had been friends for years when we finally departed.

He was still carrying Harry, however, he later left Harry to stand on his own after he sat down on the sofa. Something came to Harry's mind, and because he was so excited to share the news, he stood in front of Kendrick and said, “Dada, the other day momma took me out, I saw a very beautiful lady. She was just like a fairy!”. “A fairy? Fairies don't exist, son”. Kendrick simply said to Harry. “But- but, the lady was so beautiful like a fairy, Dada! And, she seems pitiful to me. Though, I didn't say anything to her”. Harry announced with a sad look on his adorable face.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.