Harry Name Meaning Novels & Stories

It's so bad, all I can do is laugh, "I want unique stuff, even names. Aiden is the traditional one, not me." Right. He is. I swallow and keep that stupid name conversation with Dean for a while, then Harry makes a motion at me. To get out of the room. I frown but follow him out. "Yeah?" "I need that guy away from your mom," he says, no even trying to beat around the bush, "I don't want Aiden to know, though. He'll think I'm jealous or something." "And you're not?" I ask, but he gives me a pointed look, "No, of course you're not, right? You're better than him."

“Uncle Leander, can you ask Mummy something for me?” “Sure, little man,” I sit down in my chair and look at Harry. “What is it?” “Can you ask her if we can call my brother Max?” “Why Max?” I ask. I hear Lilly and Luther mumbling, but I pay them no mind. “I really want to call my brother Max. I like that name ’cause I think I remember it from somewhere, but I don’t know where. Will you please ask her for me?” “Of course, I will.” Harry smiles and watches me turn to Lilly. “Harry would like to make a request. He’d like to know if you would name his baby brother Max?”

Helen said it in a sing-song way while pinching his cheeks. Harold frowned and rolled his eyes. "Mom!!! Stop calling me king, I'm not a baby anymore. Call me Harold. Even my other friends including Dylan call me king in a teasy way to irk me." Harold groaned and in return Helen smiled. "Let your friends call you king because you are a king. The meaning of your name Harold is leader.....a king." Harold shook his head in dismay before getting up from the bed before making his way to the washroom.

Harry chimed in, “That’s not sharing. You’re a whole kidnapper, Alex” I couldn’t help but laugh. Larry and Harry’s energy and upbeat presence made me forget my sour mood from earlier. I wondered if all the members of the wrestling team were always this friendly and lively. “Where was I?” Harry asked and turned his attention to me, “My name is Harry Davenport” We shook hands and he smiled at me. He was very handsome in a childlike kind of way. He was definitely in his twenties but he looked nineteen. “Nice to meet you, Harry”

#One_Year_Later "Dad, Dad please save me. I don't want to have milk for breakfast. Chris is forcing me to do this." Harry requested Samson, hiding behind him. Harry is the adopted year old son of Samson and Christian which made their incomplete family finally complete with his presence. "Sam, don't hear his request. He is becoming really naughty day by day. If he does not have his diet properly then he will fall sick.",Christian glared at Harry, who was hiding behind Samson.

Harry grumbles. We all look at him. He doesn’t exactly have a southern accent. He sounds like he from Europe somewhere. He does have a darker complexion than the others. “What is your last name?” Raul asked. “My last name is Worthington, but my cousins are Byanca and Breayna.” Harry answers. The room goes silent. We don’t even need a last name to be said to know who those two are. The run the fucking Carolina’s, well them and the Molanaldi family. To be honest those two families are so fucking intertwined at this point they are one big fucking family.

Her heart pounded in her ears. "Hey," The deep voice sounded above Scarlet's head and she looked up to see Harry standing in front of her. "I'm Harry," Scarlet's breath paused, and she stared at him to process if it was really Harry talking to her. Harry snapped his finger at her face, breaking her thoughts. "Um…hi…I…I'm Scarlet." Harry sat beside her, "Your name is just as pretty as you are, Scarlet," Her cheeks turned red, "Thanks, Harry," "Yeah. I noticed you've been sitting here for a while,"

And just to the shock of everyone uttered his first word. “Dada” Lauren and Damien froze, eyes wide, their wars unbelieving of what they just heard. Lauren held a hand to her mouth to stop herself from crying. Her little Harry finally said it. Since he had started to utter a few intelligible words including Mama, he never was able to call out to Nathan. They stood there, looking at each other, not knowing what to make of the situation. Damien gave Harry back to Lauren, quickly pulling his posture together. “He’s a fine young man,” he said and put his hands into his pockets to prevent them from wandering back to his son. “A test then?” He asked

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

Harry shook his little head and retreated a step, then shouted, "Auntie Luna!" Charlotte guessed that this was the name of his nanny. She turned and glanced at the group of housekeepers, and immediately, a young woman walked over. "Talk to him," Charlotte said. "Sure." The woman approached and said to Harry, "Daddy asked Mommy to come pick you up. Let's go downstairs and go home with Mommy, okay?" Daddy and Mommy? Charlotte blinked, feeling that it sounded strange. Li'l Harry shook his head. "Daddy's far away in heaven."