Novel & Cerita Harry Hook Age

he asked. Caught unawares by Mark’s question, Harry looked awkward and quickly cleared his throat. “A bit.” Mark’s lips were upturned. He chuckled, as if he was in a good mood. Seeing Mark’s rare expression, Harry chuckled and seized this opportunity. “How old is she, Mr. Valentine?” Mark picked up his coffee from the table and took a sip, while his slender fingers casually flipped through documents. “Three years and five months old.” “She is one year younger than mine.” Harry smiled.

Heat crawled up to my face "Okay, I...I won't drink much tonight" He rose a disbelieving brow. I tried again "I'm not gonna get drunk, alright?" He examined me "I'm still not allowing you to drink" "Just a glass?" "No. Geez, Diane you're still a little girl!" My jaw dropped and I blinked. "I am eighteen, Harry. Eighteen" "Well, you're just starting to develop into adulthood" He pointed out and at this point, I really think my jaw is now hitting the floor hard "You're just a year older than I am, Harry" I stated to remind him.

Elara’s POV As expected, Harry flew into a rage. “He’s twenty-six, Sandra!” Harry yelled, pointing at Romero, who was lounging back on the couch. Sandra pushed back against her brother’s chest. “I know but he’s hot. You know I like older men.” “An eight-year age gap is a lot.” He turned to Romero. “She’s a fucking teenager, you pervert!” “So what?” Romero replied dismissively. “So what? So what?!” Harry pulled up his sleeves. “I swear I am going to wipe that dirty mouth–”

I say. He nods. I crouch down in front of him. Harold has done a great job of raising his son. I already like Henry a lot and I look forward to the day when he and I can create an alliance together. “How old are you Henry?” I ask him. “Thirteen, Alpha.”

He said putting the key in the Ignition. " Claw lake? , It's been a while i visit it's beauty scene " i said smiling. " Okay then, let's go " he said before turning on the engine of the car. He pull out of the parking lot and unto the road. " So how old are you now? " He asked. I sense he's trying to create a conversation. " I'm 24 Mr... Oh i mean Hary " I said smiling. I wave out a strand of my hair which has been obstructing my view and lean back to seat.

Stacy fell into a hug. She instinctively resisted, but she was held by Harry so that she could not move. "What are you doing?" Stacy panicked. "Hehe." "What am I doing? Weren't you very eloquent just now?" Harry pinched her jaw and said, "I underestimated you." If it weren't for Rachel, she wouldn't be willing to provoke him. She was a person who had suffered a lot. From the age of ten to eighteen years old, she not only grew up at the age but also with her mind.

'' said Harry, hugging Anindira. ''Of course, Dad... Dad, I'm 30 years old, I'm not a teenager anymore,'' Anindira replied with a sweet face, assuring her father. ''Dira... Why do you think you've grown up?'' asked Harry, investigating calmly, watching every change in the facial expressions of his daughter. ''Because I am already an adult, Dad,'' answered Anindira plainly. ''What makes you think that?'' Harry asked again with a relaxed expression. He wanted Anindira to feel comfortable so she wouldn't feel she was being interrogated.

Kelly entered the hall with a foreign man at her side. The moment they stepped in, the crowd swarmed around them. "My goodness! Isn't that Harry Wells? The one they call Maestro Warner's rightful successor!" "Harry Wells? You mean the child prodigy who stunned the world at five years old?" "Ahhh! Harry Wells is my idol! He's only thirty-five and already at the pinnacle of his career. By the time he reaches Maestro Warner's age, his status will be untouchable!"

I hear him releasing a deep exhalation and withdrawing, leaving the disinfectant cotton on the table and turning towards me again. "My name is Harry, I'm 24 years old, I just moved in. . . " He pauses a little and it's until then that I dare to look at him "I like to play the guitar, there it is stored" He points to the black case that is reloaded on the dining table "sometimes I sing" he smiles and pauses again, frowning his eyebrows thinking and sighs "It's hard to talk about myself I don't know what to say anymore. I guess that's enough, I'm not a complete stranger anymore, am I?

Mike shows up late, apologizing profusely. “Got stuck at home,” he mutters. “Grab a drink,” Nathan offers. “And Harry, where’s the music system?” “It’s coming!” Harry says, smugly smiling. He shares a look with Lydia who nods at him. Nathan misses the little exchange because he’s distracted when a bunch of sophomore girls jump into the pool. “Now this is my kinda party!” Harry yells and starts to take off his shirt to join them. “Oi! They’re minors!” Nathan points out. “You’re eighteen. You’ll be arrested.”