Harry Dunn Novels & Stories

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

He gave a straight order without a care in the world of what Harry was actually doing. “Man, I'm in the middle of something here.”He replied and was about to continue, but then Andy had already disconnected the call. Harry is one of the best hackers in the country, he even has an organization of hackers which is his personal Investment. With Harry, they find out anything they want to about any businessman and that has helped them a lot. “Andy”He heard the doctor's voice which brought him back to reality. He stood up and walked to where the doctor stood.”How is she doing?”He asked impatiently.

Damon stood up and reached for something in his back pocket, Harry tilted his head as he searched with a confused look on his face. "Looking for this?" Harry raised the gun Damon was holding a few minutes ago and his eyes almost popped out of its socket. "You know, it's pretty funny how you think you are smart just because you do well with books, you act like you know it all because you are manipulative, but you forget you are useless when it comes to stuff like this, I'd rather be street smart and strong than to be like you. You should be lucky I don't feel like spilling blood today" Harry enunciated and emptied the gun taking all the bullets he let throw the gun on the ground.

"Harold Aaron!!" He could be more reliable than anyone else. "My assistant. He's more reliable and knows the in's and outs of the Cruz cooperation" Lily said. "Tell me a little about him?" Kayden asked. "Harold Aaron worked with my dad for years. After Damian killed my parents, I took over the company and retained Harold Aaron to be my assistant. He was faithful while being by my father's side and so he was to me too" Lily explained briefly.

we step away from the lie and wait off to one side. My mate shifts his stance and glances my way "Thank you" he says before taking out a few bucks holding them out to me "Here uh its for my tea" I shack my head no, not taking his money. "What's your name" I ask. "Harper, Harper Lewis" he says extending is hand out to me I take in and give it a shake feeling the sparks run along my skin from the contact. he pulls his hand away quickly as if I had burnt him "What's your name" he ask while looking down at his hand.

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

“They have sent a team to the complex and, apparently, your apartment building is where this tunnel leads out of.” “What?” Myra turned around at this. Her mind went back to the shape of the building, and she thought about how she had always wondered why it was the only marked building in the whole complex. Donna appeared then and got in the van. She sat beside Myra, “I have been having tea with Harry. He tells such sad tales.” She said, not looking sad at all. “What did he say? Why was he here? Was he involved in all this?” “He was one of the foremen here till he tried to cheat his boss out of a sale.”

He laughed and sit in front of my desk, he laced his fingers and crossed his legs casually. "Some of the babies had been harassing me. Shocking, with these handsome features I know. I should've known better. Just tell Charlie and Darla to back off a little okay, oh... and what's his name, Harold? yes, also Harold. He seemed to think I'm all for one and one for all kind of guy." He explained his issues, making me laugh at him. Francois is our professional photographer. He had been making our girls and boys personal portfolio photos for years now. He's the best. He could make all the photos look so sinful, and made them looked so innocent and sophisticated at the same time.

I snap at Dana making my way back to my mother’s room. “Mr. Grayson, you can take her back” she says to a man that was standing at the end of the hallway like a statue. I didn’t even see him standing there when I walked out of the room, that’s scary. He’s about my height, with dark hair and eyes, he is wearing all black, and he looks to be middle eastern.