Harry Flynn Novels & Stories

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.

A low murmur rippled through the crowd. "Professor Norman Smith? The legendary mathematician from Harmington University?" "You usually only see someone like him on the news. How is he even here?" Hugh's eyes widened as he realized the situation. He plastered on a fawning smile and pushed Flynn forward. "Professor Smith! What an honor! I'm the chairman of the Watson Group. This is my son, Flynn—the top scorer this year! There was a minor misunderstanding earlier, but his talent is unquestionable…"

, "Is someone going to get fired?" Who are they talking about? Suddenly the gossiping stops, the room gets pin-drop silence. People around me abruptly stand up from their seats. I look back perplexedly at where they all are staring and I see our boss A.K.A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head.

Harvey replied nonchalantly, “15.4 million? Alright then, this matter won’t end if you don’t pay me 15.4 million.” “Are you trying to make me kill you?!” Henry looked cold. Meanwhile, Faye said coldly, “Director Flynn, this person’s identity is amazing. He is the consultant of the Buckwood government. I’m afraid that you can’t afford to offend him!” “Government consultant?” Henry was taken aback for a moment. He then sneered, “The so-called consultant is not within the system at all. He’s just an external recruit. Why couldn’t I afford to provoke him?

Personality Description: Arrogant, organised, determined, reliable, seductive Family: Grace Payne (mother) Joseph Payne (father) Harold Payne (older brother) Helena Payne (younger sister) Friends: Devin Hardy, Karen Davies Harry POV My name is Harry Payne, I am the CEO of Payne enterprise. I am thirty-four years old and I don’t have time to date. Hell, I barely have time to breathe, let alone date. My work is a priority. My family expect great things from me and I comply with that. I am extremely hard-Woking and focused. I ended a serious relationship three years ago when I found that she was cheating on me with my best friend. That’s when I focused hard on growing my company.

I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but as long as I'm not looking back to match Rylan's scrutinising gaze, I'm fine. "You know, I would like to meet the Moon Goddess eventually." "She goes by Millicent." "That's useless to know if I never actually meet her," I retort, deciding that the only thing in the fridge I might like is an apple. I pull it out and turn around, facing Rylan. His arms are still over his chest, his gaze heavy with irritation. I take a bite, noticing how he wasn't going to reply as I continue, "Where's Kaden?"

It was a success, and they decided to implement it in the company. Harry was one of the major shareholders of the company; he was in his forties, graying, tall, and had an impressive physique for his age. He was also kind and sometimes a bit presumptuous, asking me to do things he should do himself. But I liked him. I met Mary at the exit; it had been a stressful day, but I managed to finish almost all the work. I approached her, waiting for me outside the building. "Wow, you look exhausted," she said.

"Even if you are hiding it these days." He grinned, laying a hand over his heart. "Self preservation, love." "You keep telling yourself that." Kennedy glanced at the line snaking back through the pub. "I'm slammed here, and you're starting your set shortly. Catch up later?" Flynn lifted the beer and toasted her before making his way toward the tiny stage shoehorned beside the fireplace, where the other two members of his trio were waiting. Mhairi, one of the waitstaff, wandered over, setting her tray on the bar as she all but drooled in his direction. "Well now, I'd not be kickin' that one out of bed for eating crisps."

"Well it was almost, until the discovery of some new fu¢ked up governmental organization!" "Do you mean Horizon Zero?" She asked. "Yes!" "I can see you lovers are already catching up!" Jay interrupted from behind, Fiona's arm intertwined with his. "Mr President." Harry bowed slightly. "Your Excellency!" Five greeted. "Hope you are enjoying the party?" Jay asked. "Sure!" They both replied. "Fiona! Meet Harry Morgan, owner of Morgan Motors." Jay said gesturing at Harry. Harry stretched a hand forward to shake her. "Hey." She replied bored, not receiving the handshake, and leaving Harry's hand hanging.