Harry Greenwood Charmed Novels & Stories

“My dad owns a guest house in Washington, I'll talk to him and you can go there with Harry. I would have come along but I just hit a milestone with my modelling career.” “You've done so much already, thank you so much.” Charlene pulled her into a tight hug. “Mom!” Harry yelled from upstairs, and his little footsteps followed as he raced down the stairs. Both ladies pulled away from the hug and and Charlene quickly wiped her tears with the back of her palm, and cleaned it on her dress, then she feigned a smile and turned to Harry. “Hey buddy, what's up?” “I need help with my homework.” He answered and she nodded.

Charlene is still that werewolf that was spared even after failing to turn three times. “This year should be it, Harry. I… I read in an ancient book from Father’s study about a werewolf that is called a late bloomer. Maybe I was just late, right?” Harry stared at his sister and sighed. He nods his head before sitting beside her. “You are just a late bloomer, okay? So calm down. You’re gonna turn tonight and then have your marriage next week,” Harry kissed Charlene’s forehead, hoping and praying to their Goddess that Charlene would not be a defect. He squeezed his eyes, and hugged her tight… as if it would make a difference for the ceremony that night.

Charlie's eyes sparkled with tears, but he bit his lip, holding back from letting them fall. Harry lightly pinched Charlie's cheek, "Your dad loves you very much, but right now, he can't come back to see you." Recalling Emma's words, Harry's heart suddenly tightened. He felt even more pained seeing Charlie's current situation. That day, he was too surprised to reveal his true feelings to her. Regardless of whose son Charlie was, it didn't affect Harry's love for Emma and Charlie as well. Harry knelt on one knee, sincerely looking straight into Charlie's ocean-blue eyes.

Violet argues, “Hendrix has been affected the longest. If I don’t go to him next then it might be too late!” Harper snaps, “I’m the one who has seen the future. Listen to my guidance.” Violet’s doubting her, I can see it in her eyes. But still she moves over to Phillip and closes her eyes as she touches his head and works her healing abilities. Once Violet’s eyes have glazed over and I know she is no longer present I ask, “Where are Charlie and Magnolia?” Harper answers, “Charlie felt too exhausted to teleport them back. So, they’re walking. I’m sure they’ll be here in just a moment.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Harry pursed his lips, attempting to hold back a sob. Charlotte tsked. "Oh boy, here we go again." Harry burst into tears while Charlotte burst into laughter, leaving Griffith speechless. "Li'l Harry, what's wrong?" Griffith said. Gasping for breath between sobs, Harry finally managed to say, "Bad lady, Uncle's wife..." "Slow down." "The bad lady kidnapped Harry!" Oh, he even knew the term 'kidnapping.' Leaning back, Charlotte watched Harry in amusement, curious about what he would say next.

"I thought you were just toying me." "I will never," he hurriedly said. It was my turn to laugh. "I'm serious. I know I look like I'm the kind of guy that's just into games, but that's not me, JV. Not until I met you." And there's the familiar erratic beating of my heart. The familiar swelling in my chest which I can now tell was happiness- the happiness I only feel when I'm reading my romance books. But at this moment, it's right in front of me. The romance I used to read from the books is now actually happening to me.

Damien crumpled to the floor, blood trickling from his lip. He didn't fight back. He just stayed on his knees, looking up at me. "Elara, tell them!" His voice was pleading. "Tell them you love me! Tell them you don't want to marry him!" I stared down at the man on the floor. The king of Chicago's underworld. Now, just a dog on his knees. "Who are you to me?" I asked. My voice was so calm it surprised even me. Damien stared, confused. "Are you my husband?" I held up my left hand. The Moretti diamond glittered in the light. "Did you ever promise me anything? Did you ever protect me?"

He actually pulled a chair out for her. I looked around, but I couldn't find Harry. That's good. Very good. Geneva sipped her champagne. “You’re making a scene because of a beggar.” “You’re making a mistake,” I said. “Keep pushing her, and you’ll see what a scene looks like.” Before she could answer, my cousin Harry suddenly appeared, and my eyes dropped. He swaggered into the room. Motorcycle jacket, hair messed up, smelling like cigarettes and bad decisions. He’s twenty-three and acts like the world owes him forgiveness.

Harry was just about to go to bed when he received a call from his best friend. "What's going on? Who's Valerie Wood? You have a wife? Your wife is missing? Valerie Wood is missing? What the fuck? Even if I'm a player who's always at it, I would still be fully aware if my good friend got married." Kieran replied, "Yes, I'm married. My wife is Valerie Wood. She's missing." Harry said, "Hold on one second. I think I might be hallucinating from the alcohol."