Harry Dunn Novels & Stories

The butler hurriedly replied, “The head of the Dunn family, Lord Jefferson Dunn, has come here with the eldest son of the Dunn family, Harlem.” Lord Schulz could not help but rub his temples as he sighed and thought to himself, ‘D*mn it! Why did the Dunn family come all the way here to see me? Did they come here to question me and blame me for that incident? No… that should not be it. Aurous Hill is not my territory anyway. Furthermore, there is no evidence to prove that I was the one who tried to harm Helen. Why would they come here to question me about it, then?’

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

Still, he remained silent, adhering to his solemn dining habits. Then, his secretary received a call and strode away to hear better. Face wrought with some shades of disquietude, the secretary reported, “Mr. Young, this just came in: Harold Dunn died by falling off a building. Manslaughter, they say. The suspect, who has been detained by the authorities, turned out to be his own father.”

Harry had rushed into his bedroom asking him if he had seen the latest news that was making the room, he had replied no, and he had switched on the television. He had immediately recognized the man speaking to be the man he had seen with Karen some nights ago. “Who was he, and what was he doing on live television?” he thought before deciding to focus on what they were saying. His blood ran cold as he read the headlines. A new company coming up? A competitor? “Who is that man?” he asked, throwing the question at Harry. “Unfortunately,I don't know. Tried to check, but his details did not give much information.” Harry replied. He too was wondering the same thing. Who was Damian Woods?

A young man standing by the revolving door brightened up when he saw her vehicle. He hurried over, opened the passenger door, and slid in. "Babe, you're finally here." The man, Duane Dunn, was a rising star known for his appearances in short dramas. He was good-looking, with fair skin. He stood at six feet one inch and had a charming presence. Most importantly, he had the personality of a clingy, adorable guy who knew how to be affectionate—exactly Winter's favorite type. "What's going on? You sounded urgent on the phone," Winter asked.

“I’d go with Diana. I will choose the second one too.” Diana winks at me. “So what is it Harry?” Neal asks and all our attention were on Harry. Harry pulled out two fingers, “Two truths, I am a surfer. I’m the youngest in the family.” They all exclaimed in dismay leaving Harry smiling evilly as Diana and I were just laughing at our seats. Harry pulled out one finger on his left hand, “One lie, my father is a singer.” “You have got to be joking!” Zion exclaims. “I demand a recount!” Neal jokes as he laughs with Olivia.

Damien was In Front of his dressing mirror, buttoning up his shirt. He was getting ready for the battle and he was no doubt scared as hell. He was going to be meeting Ariel , he was going to be fighting his mate, it was going to be like tearing a piece of his soul. He just prayed and hoped that he wouldn't come face to face with her at all throughout the entire battle. As he raised his head up he saw Alex standing In Front of his door staring at him.

I heard the garage doors close and then a car door was closed. The car alarm beeped once as he locked it. The door opened and closed behind him. He walked past the doors that were previously closed. First mistake, Charles. Always remember how you leave things. I had left the doors ajar on purpose and he hadn’t even noticed. Charles Huxman was six foot and weighed one hundred and fifty pounds. He was in good shape, combed his blonde hair sideways and liked to chew matches. He didn’t smoke and occasionally he would finish ten beers while watching the football game.

I tell them. The guy with the whitest hair I have ever seen shuts the door. I page our assistant and let him know that we will be in a meeting for a while. Ben says that is fine, and we don’t have anything scheduled for the rest of today anyways. I tell him thanks and notice that the guy with dark green hair seems interested in knowing Ben’s name. “Sorry I guess I should introduce all of us. My name is Drew, the guy with the blinding white hair is Dalton, Cole is the one with the green hair.” Drew says.

"Where are you? I send to Coal, feeling the connection open further and warmth flood through the link. "Darius and I are heading back from searching for your fairy friend. The one who brought me back, figured she and her warlock mate might know how to un-undead someone?" He chuckles through the link and I roll my eyes. "Un-undead? You mean kill someone?" He laughs again and I can picture him and Darius shoving each other goodnaturedly as they run back through the woods.