Harry Dc Novels & Stories

"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 had a nominal kinship with the boss here as his godfather and son, despite that, even he dared not enter Room 888. “Are you deaf? Can’t you hear me?” Harry shouted as he strode forward and grabbed Darryl by his collar. ‘Haha, Jade the goddess is here, if I beat this punk’s ass it’ll show how mighty I am, right?’ thought Harry while he called out. Immediately, twenty over burly men rushed into Room 888. They were all bouncers at the Moonlit River Bar. “What’s wrong, Harry?” The burly men asked. Harry turned to look at Jade and laughed, “Miss Jade, how should I deal with this guy?”

Sir Harry was a man in his forties, with dark brown hair and a padlock-shaped beard, his eyes were black as night, but if you looked closely you could see the goodness in them; The man entered the Winchesters' drawing room where Lady Elizabeth and Sir Jones were waiting. Good evening, I am Harry Macmillan and I have come to lend my support in finding the midnight killer ...

Mom said to her. " Sure, ma'am. " She smiled like always. Jack and his wife were already sitting at the table. I didn't speak a word, nor looked at them. I sat on the chair. Harry came into the room. He was attending his call. He was in dark brown coat pants and a dark cream shirt. He was handsome as the top model. Chocolate boy. I wrinkled my lip to stop my smile. I looked at his face. His eyes halted on me. Dad and John were coming with him.

Everyone realized that Harry had managed to piss him off really bad. “I’m Harry Roy!” He said proudly and confidently raising his chest up in the air like he owned the world. “Well, Mr. Roy, you owe me a small sum for the damage you’ve caused,” Dimitri said stepping closer to him and looking around at the things he’d broken. Harry was immediately intimidated by his large form. He towered Harry and Dimitri was evidently much stronger than Harry. Dimitri always worked out and kept his body healthy. “W... who are you?” Harry asked backing away from Dimitri.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.