Harry Dunn Novels & Stories

The weight of her question hung in the air. "I plan to…" Daisy Hunter was interrupted by a vehement knock on her door. Allison shuddered backwards in trepidation. "How could that be by this time of the night?" Daisy asked as she walked over to the door. "Who's at the door…

"Why is that, Harry?" "For the same reason you’re calling," Harry replied. Donovan sensed the underlying challenge in his tone. Harry knew something about Boma’s whereabouts. "Is your party still on?" Donovan asked, listening for background noise. "We just closed," Harry confirmed, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Good. We wouldn’t want too many people witnessing your demise if what I’m thinking is true," Donovan said, his voice cold. Harry was silent for a few seconds, Donovan's threat getting to him. He forced himself to recover. "And what are you thinking?" he asked, his frustration evident.

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

Devin butted in. Inspector Santos glared at Devin for interrupting and she said, “continue, Ms. Green.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored her glare at my actions. “It was Camilla Smith.” I repeated, “she swayed her bat, like Harley Quinn, and she hit me too many times until I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, Devin was on my side and I’m in this hospital.” “Thank you, Ms. Green,” the lady officer stood up and fixed her lady tux suit jacket. “Who’s Harley Quinn?” she gave a wink before exiting the room.

I wasn’t sure what the term ‘mate’ truly meant, but I felt sympathetic towards the unfortunate girl who ended up with Dash. I knocked on the door and waited. “Enter,” he called out through the door. When I entered the room, Dane was leaning against his desk with his hands folded in front of him. He watched as I walked across the room, causing me to stop midway. I realized that if I got any closer, he would have the advantage of reaching me quickly, so I stayed put. “You wanted to see me?” I whispered.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

he added. “You should be! I have a gift for you,” Harry said, gesturing for Shadrach to take a seat on the couch. “So, what’s the news?” Shadrach asked. Harry was meticulous in his work, and despite being in his forties, he was well-groomed. He was Shadrach’s father’s most trusted associate and the son of the driver who had dropped Shadrach off at the hospital the other day. Harry’s family had always been loyal to Shadrach’s family, assisting him in covering up a few things. Additionally, Harry was an IT expert, and it wouldn’t take him long to gather the information he needed.

said a warm voice. Harry looked up at a man who was older than him and, more importantly, as tall as him. The stranger was a dark-haired man with brush-cut hair and chocolate eyes that sparkled with kindness. He extended his hand in greeting, and Harry was almost relieved to meet a friendlier person after his brief exchange with the Mad One. "I'm Beta Duncan," he chirped. Harry's eyes widened at this, and then a genuine smile played across his lips. "Alpha Black's second-in-command," the young wolf said, looking at Duncan with admiration.

Amy suggested, but I shook my head. “I don’t believe they know. Daniel is the heir to his father’s multimillion-dollar companies; he wouldn’t leave a loose end like that just to brag.” I explained, remembering how many secrets Daniel refused to tell me—especially regarding the long trips he took abroad with his father. “I’ll take you to him,” a voice from behind said, surprising me. Wearing a long coat, Harry had his hands in his pockets while he scanned the campus. We all fell silent, looking at the tall man, who didn’t seem worried.

Callen then introduced the two of them to each other. “Jane Dunn, chairperson of Dunn Group. Michel, founder of the French Damons, pioneer of the field.” “How do you do? Jane Dunn.” “Beautiful lady, how do you do?” Michel made his greeting. Callen let go of Jane’s hand. “You two talk. I’ll go get a drink.” He went to the corner to the bar and poured himself a cup. He beckoned to the head secretaryl. “A drink?” “Yes, Duke.”