Harry Flynn Novels & Stories

His pudgy face started to turn purple as he finally tapped. “Hana… he’s tapping. Let him up,” Duncan commanded. “No!” Hana shouted back. “He and every last one of you needs to learn their place. I am Hana Kimiko Kinsley. I am the daughter of Suzu Ayako Yashida and Alpha Logan James Kinsley. I am done being treated as lesser because I am human like my mother. And for those that are thinking I am not of his blood. And shouldn’t be treated as the Alpha’s daughter. Know this. I am his daughter by all the ways that matter,” she declared, finally letting the boy go.

She said as she laughed so loud that it was burning my ears. My mom broke down in tears and I held my breath. This isn't the right time for Harry to show up. I need to buy some more time for Andy to finally track her down. His fingers are crossed as he clicked the keyboard a few more times until he looked at me with his eyes twinkling brightly as if he had won a battle. "You better hide away now, Cyrene, because once I find you, I will cut you into pieces and burn you so you could feel the pleasure of living in hell in advance." I said and she just clicked her tongue.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

Grayson tightens his grip on my hand while he waits for me to continue talking. I sigh. "His name is Reilly." "He was my partner, for a long time. What I didn't know, was that he was secretly working to get me to lead an uprising against all the Packs. I wanted an uprising, but mainly against Kaden. Instead I was fueling something greater, and I hate myself for it..." Grayson skids to a stop. I pause, wanting to listen more to the sound of the soft breeze blowing through the leaves than his scolding voice. But his answer surprises me.

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!"

Before Lily knew it, he had it wrapped around Johnny's throat, pulling on either end until it was wrapped snugly around him. "I'm about to fuck her raw, Johnny. Stay to watch if you like, because that's as close to burying your pathetic cock in her as you'll ever get. Keep talking and I'll knock your ass out," said Harry, soulless eyes boring into Lily's as Johnny turned blue in the face from having his oxygen supply cut off. Right. So Johnny may be a soldier, but Harry used to be an assassin for the mafia before starting his multi billion dollar company. So fucking hot. Who could blame Lily for immediately climbing all over him, married to her mom or not?

Liam feels weird. Harry is four years old this year, when he took Harry to the school to apply for admission, he had seen it written on his birth certificate, couldn't be wrong. But if he is not the son of an ex-boyfriend named Duong Yufei, whose son is he? Could it be that after Grainne broke up with Hank, there was another love?

Gracie was surely scared of Niall when he got angry but seeing Jason's eyes darkening with pure rage was something that had her body feel chills in August. Sira closes her eyes to compose herself and smiles sarcastically, as she asked. "Oh, may I know your name?" Gracie could see how angry she was. Sira could almost cry and stab someone's throat at the same time. "Harold Corrigan. You can call me Harry." Harold grinned.

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

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.