Harry Hole Books Novels & Stories

A/N: 3rd series is up and for those who have read the last few chapters, congratulations on meeting Clarke and Daniel's cousin, Harry! 👏Just like those 2, he also have a story of his own and probably as fucked up (or worse than them) as Clarke ever were. I will leave that to your judgement.

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

“What about the books I told you to find for me?” My assistant and younger brother groan. “I found one book series, but finding first editions is really hard, Robert.” “And you’re a very capable young man.” I grin into the phone. “I don’t care how expensive it is, Harry.” “Are you sure Charlotte even wants first editions of those books?” Harry asks, grumpy.

I chuckled. Nova smirked. "I was thinking more about a demon... the Demonic Prince." "Yes, that I can believe," I confirmed, and we both laughed. I took a sip of champagne and glanced at Harriet. Unlike Nova's and mine, her expression was oddly serious. Before I could ask her about it, she got up and pulled a massive wooden chest closer to the sofa. She opened the lid and gave Nova and me a nervous smile. "I remembered one detail in the book I went through today. I just want to check it again…" she explained, trailing off when she grabbed two large spell books from the top of the pile.

While they shared a moment, Harry's phone began to ring all of a sudden,he stood and distanced himself for some moment from Fred and got his phone from his pocket and checked through the caller's ID "Greetings sir, we have been able to infiltrate North Hill. Now we are on course to make our research to know if Debby's parents are alive or not" Harry was satisfied that his Intel was successfully able to find his way into North Hill. Sooner or Later, he will get the news about Debby's parents. If they were truly alive or dead?

“What about the books I told you to find for me?” My assistant and younger brother groans. “I found one book series, but finding first editions is really hard, Robert.” “And you’re a very capable young man.” I grin into the phone. “I don’t care how expensive it is, Harry.” “Are you sure Charlotte even wants first editions of those books?” Harry asks, grumpy.

Author Pov Harry inserted the key in the hole of the metal box and opened it only for his frown to deepen even more. He placed the box on the bed and took a seat beside it. Mehrmah left the room already but not before closing it. Harry had no idea what was in the box but he knew there is something which he needs to know even though somewhere inside him he didn't want to know what's inside it. He stared at the box filled with letters. He didn't want to read as it wasn't his but as soon as he decided to close the box he saw something.

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

The sound of the wheels rolling grew closer, but Arabella hesitated to greet him first. Harry was looking for a book. His hand stretched out, trying to reach one from the shelf, but he struggled. Usually, a bodyguard would always be by his side wherever he went, but today, he was alone. Feeling sorry for him, Arabella instinctively stepped closer. The cheerful girl immediately grabbed the book for Harry. This was her chance! She could get close to him naturally. “Here you go!” Arabella said with a sweet smile as she handed the book to him.