Harry Dunn Novels & Stories

I scoffed to myself. As Hank’s wife, I knew him too well. Hank did not have any birthmarks on him. Leaving me out of the loop, Judy substituted an unidentified body for Hank’s. “Officer, did my mother-in-law sign a civil settlement agreement with the driver involved?” With the police officer nodding, I said, “I won’t agree to a settlement! I’m his wife, and I want the killer to face the law!” The police officer told me that the driver was Benedict Dunn, a man from a tiny town in Hunton.

Don Daniels was a man who liked to surround himself with classy and sophisticated women. Dawn had only known the polished and vicious side of women growing up all his life. They might be soft and demure on the outside, but there were also thorns or poisoned barbs behind those pretty smiles. One could never be too careful around women as they have the ability to disarm a man.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

A young man walke dinnand by the tattoo on the side of his neck, I knew it was the guy that delivered h third box. He bent and looked at me in the face “You might know them, but do you know me?” He asked.. He looked vaguely familiar.. He chuckled at the confusion in my face.. I looked back at Desiree who was too weak to look up. It felt like she wasn't even breathing at all.. “I'm Harry, the one who Desiree loved before meeting you, a very rich and handsome man!”. “Oh so you think you are the star of the show, well are you MichealAngelo, i need him to come meet as a msn, i need to meet zadok tell him to come!”.

He checked, again and again his schedule and absurdly they all needed his secretary; the woman he'd been craving for almost a whole year, to be completed. 'I just need to calm down and not lose control tomorrow. Easy.' He thought, unaware of how weak he had become to her. His fangs were now visible and eyes scarlet. The car snaked past the large but well crafted gate and stopped in front of the large like castle. He got out and was received by a young man of short slim stature. Despite it being almost midnight, there was no hair out of place and no spot missed in his appearance. A paragon of neat and clean.

dispensary in Florida. And I’m a cop.” I took and deep breath and laughed while shrugging my shoulders. He chuckled and I swore I saw tears forming in his eyes. He sniffed and wiped at his nose, “My name is Thorn. Thorn was written on a piece of paper and pinned to my clothes at the hospital I was left in. My adopted parents kept it. I grew up a only child and played football. I have been a blue collar guy most of my life. I move states every year and enjoy drinking more than I should-“ a loud bang sounded from the end of the barn and Thorn and I both jumped up and the room felt colder as Maxine and Eddie walked in. Great. Now I gotta deal with this evil bitch all over again. She was wearin

"Need to take the day off tomorrow? Catch up on sleep?" I shake my head. "I'll be fine." Laura nods and tends to an elderly couple—the same elderly couple that comes in nearly every day. Whenever Laura waits on them, there's a sense of familiarity. I suppose after all their time spent here, they've grown close to the staff. I watch as she chats with them. I wonder if they've lived in Waindale their entire lives, growing old in such a magical place. Do they know about the wolves? Maybe they have their suspicions.

Humans were just weird and honestly, I preferred not to be around them. “Harold, I want you to meet Ashley, my Luna” “Ah, you’re the girl I warned the other week. Not what I expected of a ‘Luna’!” He laughs to himself as he moves behind the counter. “Any sign of this guy?” Daryl pushes a photo of Lucian across the counter, but Harold shakes his head. "Not one that I have seen before." “Never?” Daryl sounded surprised. “No, why someone to watch for?” “Yes, you need to ring the number I gave you if you see him”

He said and a middle aged man walked in. " Sir, I'm here to inform you that there is a meeting you have to attend in the next 10 minutes sir." The middle aged man explained and Harvey raised a brow. " A meeting?" He asked and the man nodded " Where is Secretary Damon and why are you the one telling me this?" He questioned and the man bowed a little ~ " Secretary Damon went out to attend the meeting with the Harry Co and he won't be back until evening but he sent me a message just now to inform you about the meeting. " The man explained and it was only then that Harvey nodded his head.