Harry Osborn Novels & Stories

Louis asked, "I'm inside the police station, also following those guys on duty, you should think I'm the police, right?" "It's because you're psychologically manipulated by me. It was an impossibility for a police officer.” Mr. Oswald explained, apparently noticing Louis' puzzled expression, he continued to say, "I'm Kenlm Oswald, people call me old Os because I'm a sorcerer, I communicate with him often. souls and manipulating the human psyche.” “I don't quite believe it…” Louis said.

Harry huffed, turning away to order something to eat, ignoring the way Alastor practically deflated even further on the spot like a melting puddle. It's past six in the morning, he's tired, he's hungry, he wanted a shower, maybe a good lay with a pretty person or two before going to sleep and instead of doing all those things, he's stuck with these two because Harry is such a nice guy to say no to his friend who is also kind of his alpha. “Who's that?” Harry heard Alastor ask as soon he got back to the room. “A monster mercenary; heard from the grapevine that one of their Intel is supposedly a demigod,” Sean explained, frowning a bit.

Every student he passed instinctively moved out of his way, terrified by the fury radiating off him. He was Xyrius Dale f*cking Smith—a multi-billionaire, from the most influential and powerful clan in all of Asia. The grandson of Guillier Morreti Black, one of the most feared mafia leaders in the continent. He got what he wanted. No one said no to him. "Babe!" "Xyrius!" He didn't bother turning around when someone called him. He just rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for flirting. "Babe!" Emma shouted angrily, grabbing his arm.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

Tania’s earlier comments now seem suspicious, prompting me to make a mental note to investigate further. I clearly remember how Tania had warned me that I’ll get my karma soon. Despite going to prison, she remained cool and unfazed by her sentence. Tony can’t always get harmed for my sake, can he? I really need to get to the bottom of this. On the other hand, Tony’s manager, Harry, is the epitome of a schemer. With his slick demeanor and crafty ways, he always seems to be up to something shady. Harry exudes an aura of insincerity, his every action calculated to deceive and manipulate those around him. His shifty eyes and constant smirk are tell-tale signs of his duplicitous nature, making it

"That's the heir who's going to provide us with resources. He's Landon York, the CEO of York Group. Not only is he rich, but he's super handsome too!" Sam narrowed his gaze. Once again, he looked toward the second floor. Up there was the culprit who'd caused him to lose a custom-built computer. Harry noticed the ferocity in Sam's gaze. He quickly stopped Sam and said in a low voice, "Oh, no, you can't beat him up. If you beat him up, the two of us will die here." Sam refused to listen. He rested his palm on the back of a chair, planning to wreak havoc. Harry said immediately, "Boss has agreed to work with him. If you end up injuring him, you'll be the one reporting back to her."

To evade the police and avoid going to jail, a once-successful man faked his death. Using his great tech skills, he could easily get himself in and out of a hotel. He was able to avoid getting caught and he survived by hacking into banking systems to gain access to funds. He went through all this trouble to one day get back at the people who ruined him. This man was none other than Harry Winston, Serena's brother. Indeed, he was the one who sent Tessa creepy text messages. He also sabotaged Aaron's ships and almost made him lose billions of dollars. He later stopped sending Tessa the messages to let them drop their guard so that he could surprise them when he makes his move.

If Moira decided to cut ties with their family, they wouldn't gain anything! "She's just attached to Asher. Dad, didn't you say that Asher is just an autistic person? If an autistic person can become the CEO of Montgo Group, why can't I become a manager? My cousin clearly can't stand to see me succeed!" Harry said fiercely. His previously timid personality had undergone some changes after their family suddenly obtained five million. Harry suddenly realized that money could come easily if there were connections and background. With those, nothing would be a problem. "If they really make me unhappy, I won't let them off easily," Harry declared.

“Because he said you destroyed his reputation on the day you showed up at the costume party, and Harmony is preventing him from being with his daughter…” “He is not even a good father…” Odin spat. Then he stood up. “Tell me more…” “He…is going to send the pictures to Harmony and blackmail her with it….he plans to expose her on her birthday.” “How many of you are tailing Harmony and me?” “Just six of us…” he replied, shivering. “I will give you all the locations and Michael.., please don’t hurt me…” Odin smiled, baring his teeth, “good boy, now chap chap! No dilly-dally. I do not have all the time!”