Harry Is Tony Starks Son Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“William was your father’s friend, remember him?” “Yes, I remember him,” he said. “They are…looking into merging businesses with us,” she said like it’s the greatest news of all time. “Isn’t that great? We’ll finally be one big happy family, just like your father has always wanted,” I witnessed Mr Stark grimace, though it was subtle. “You’ll be meeting with his son, Kevin to discuss further arrangem-“ “I don’t remember agreeing to this, mother,” Mrs Stark’s face changed immediately.

Harris shouted excitedly as he took my son’s hand. I had very mixed feeling about my son being Harris’s best friend. It would be the worst thing ever if Henry started picking up on Harris’s strange gangster vibe. Harris and Henry looked more like brothers than Henry and Andrew did. Maybe it was because their father looked so much alike, and they both inherited their father’s genes. Harris was almost the exact copy of what Harvey looked like in his younger days and the same could be said about Henry and Hayden.

"I left you somewhere safe so that I could go and get your papa." "You need me!" he insists. "I knew you were in trouble. I found the Full Moon man. I could hear his thoughts, Miss Stella couldn't!" He grabs me by one hand and Cameron McCoy by the other and begins to pull us toward the stairs. "Now come! We are running out of time!" "He's so much like Alpha Danvers!" McCoy laughs. "I think we have a future pack alpha here." "Probably because his father is the Pack Alpha," I muse.

Did the Hudson family think he could just be easily invited over? Moreover, he only wanted to quickly finish His Lordship's command. He could not care less about a small fry like him! "What? Is that Mister Hudson?" came a surprised-sounding voice from the entrance. Tony led 20 highly-skilled fighters and entered the stadium, wheeling Harry in the wheelchair. Harry raised an eyebrow, looking rather surprised. "Mister Hudson, are you here to consult Doctor Abbott too? And Jerome is here, too!" Jerome was stunned. Then, he went up to Harry, looking aghast. "Uncle Harry! What happened to you? Dad was wondering why he couldn't get in touch with you."

He explains more that he so much trust his father and that he finds it hard to believe all the things Grace told him about his father. Samantha tells him that if he really wanted to find out about his father then he should try as much as possible to work on the things that Grace told him. Harry was scared, his worst fear was to find out that his father actually lied to him . Samantha tells that not matter what happened, there was nothing else for him to do than for him to make sure he got peace with his mother and for him to be able to pay off the debts which were already on his neck.

Shit, I've gone and done it now. Harry throws a look of disapproval my way, and I raise my hands in surrender. She was talking too much; she could've just told us directly where her father was hiding. Harry turns his attention from me back to Lauren, and a heavy sigh escapes from his lips. "Come on, Lauren. Tell us; think of what's at stake here." Harry tries to sound calm, but I can hear the forced falsetto of confidence in his voice. Even though no one notices, I see how tense Harry's entire body is as he speaks. He's probably still shaken by the fact that the man he took to be his second father is nothing but a traitor and a coward.

“I know he’s Ryder.” My jaw dropped for a second, then I narrowed my eyes at him. “Uh-huh. You do, do you? I’m guessing that’s why you didn’t kick him out last time?” “Something like that. So what else happened?” “He told me his dad wants to start a war using Ryder.” Harry’s expression fell. “I was afraid something like that would happen when I heard about this little exchange between our packs.” His face went blank next as he asked, “Why did he tell you this?”

Instead, I heard him laughing loudly. " Where are you taking momma, daddy? " Troy asked. " To bring you a little sister or brother. " Harry chuckled. " You a... . " I clamped my mouth shut. He pulled me back in his arms, " Woo, Watch it, baby. I don't want our son to learn all this. " He winked, making a tingling in my stomach. I hid my face in the crook of his neck.

“This place belongs to your boyfriend’s family.” “What?” I asked, feeling my body tense. Harry tilted his head and took a cigarette from the inner pocket of his coat. “That son of a bitch didn’t lie about being an heir—actually, I think that was the only truth he told you. But he’s not inheriting companies; he’s inheriting a branch of a mafia family.” “This… this… can’t be true. Mr. Harris is an heir, and he and Daniel—” I stammered, trying to make sense of it all, but nothing seemed to add up in my head.

Too smart, I must admit. “Why don’t you go upstairs to your room, freshen up, and then join us so we can go out before it gets late? We’ll continue this discussion later,” Harry cut in, and I gasped. “Alright, Dad, I’ll be right back,” he replied, heading toward the staircase. “I can’t wait to get lots of candies!” he piped as he retreated upstairs. “That was close,” Harry sighed. I narrowed my gaze at him, stepping closer and wrapping my hands around his shoulders. “That’s because you acted nasty in the past and almost took the life of your own son, if not for Sharon’s help,” I stated firmly. His expression turned remorseful.