Harry Ff Novels & Stories

#CEO of Safari fashions dressed in what Steph Edwards referred to as rags! "What!!!" Harry exclaimed. His secretary had just showed him the ongoing trend. "Oh...my God!" He picked his blazer. "You're going?" His secretary asked him. "Of course, Steph is going to pay for this" Harry said angrily wondering how Bethel must be feeling now. "Damn!" He swore. * "Bethel, I'm so sorry" Harry said walking into her room. "I'll make Steph pay for this, i promise. She's gonna get arrested!"

Henry tried to offer Harry some comfort. Yet, Harry seemed disconnected and rooted in his kneeling posture. Felix then approached them from the side as Henry was deliberating on what could be done. Henry sensed that perhaps Felix was the only one who could reach Harry at this moment. "Daddy," Felix uttered softly and stood next to Harry. Harry showed the first signs of response to Felix's voice as his bloodshot eyes turned toward him. The marks of his intense bowing were stark against his forehead and would distress anyone that laid eyes on him.

she muttered. The knocking grew louder, more insistent. Olivia came down stairs, her curiosity piqued. “Mom, don’t open it,” Olivia whispered, her voice shaky. Her mother hesitated but ignored her daughter’s warning, unlocking the door. Three men in dark suits stood on the entrance, their faces unreadable. Behind them, the black SUV’s headlights cast a glow on the driveway. “Mrs. Harper?” the tallest of the men asked, his voice calm yet chilling. “Yes?” her mother replied, her voice trembling.

Shit, I've gone and done it now. Harry throws a look of disapproval my way, and I raise my hands in surrender. She was talking too much; she could've just told us directly where her father was hiding. Harry turns his attention from me back to Lauren, and a heavy sigh escapes from his lips. "Come on, Lauren. Tell us; think of what's at stake here." Harry tries to sound calm, but I can hear the forced falsetto of confidence in his voice. Even though no one notices, I see how tense Harry's entire body is as he speaks. He's probably still shaken by the fact that the man he took to be his second father is nothing but a traitor and a coward.

"It's okay darling. Don't think about it so much." He smiles up at his mum sadly. Ford didn't want their meeting to be like this. Holly and Darlene, once best friends but now their next meeting will be at one of them's funeral. He hopes she won't be too shocked when she finds out. "Mum, I have..." Tanya shows up, wheeling Harry and their attention is diverted. "Why are you in that chair?" Ford asks, standing from the chair he sat on. Harry shrugs slightly. "It will be filled with reporters and you know those people can be dense and stupid sometimes. Nobody will like it if in the middle of the funeral, they all rush at me with their microphones and camera, asking when I started walking again.

he said and the other man did, He had known Harry for a long time now, not only one was he an old friend but they had been at the same high school and had even been best of Friends at some point, "Jeff, its been what, three decades?, I was wondering why you would suddenly want to see me after so long" Harry said "Actually Harry, I have been keeping my tabs on you, you know the saying, you might never know when you will need an old friend's help" Mr Montero said with a smile "You know am always here if you need anything, tell me what can I do for you?" He asked "You have an orphanage right?" He asked "Yes" Harry replied

Sarah walked up to Selena, "Are you okay?" "Yes," she said and nodded at the same time. "How is Mom?" "She sends her regards" Sarah looked around and fixed her gaze on the two guys. "You both don't look pleased to see me. Oh! Your friend is out there." She turned to me, "What's his name?" "Harry," "Do you have any photograph of him?" Fred stood up and walked towards Sarah, "Why do you need it? Are you a CIA by disguise?" Sarah chuckled, she found the question funny and annoying at the same time.

"Okay, Mama. All for my wife." Harry quickly entered the pharmacy. "Can I help you, Sir?' "Test Pack." "Wow, you want to get children, sir. The maid in front of him tried to tease him. Harry who heard the servant's teasing was silent. “Twenty-five thousand, sir. Harry immediately took out his fifties. Without waiting for the change, he immediately went to his car and directed the car along the road to his house looking for a vegetable salad seller. After a few minutes, he found a street vendor selling vegetable salad. Asking for a pack

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.

“I’d be honored. Shall we?” “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, my dear,” said Hugo with his last placid smile. And thus I left the crystal palace of the spiritual guru, to ride with the Persian prince on his white steed, because he actually drove a jaw-dropping white Audi. But there’s always a catch, right? Well, this was the best catch ever: Harry was gay, engaged to be married after his grandpa’s book tour. He worked for Hugo as a marketing advisor, and he was as smart and sharp as it gets. And a lot of fun to be around. My glands didn’t have time to register how hot he was before we were both joking and laughing like besties. And it was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me that day