Harry Osborn Novels & Stories

Anyone who got close could be doomed too. Osborn said coldly, "Nobody moves. Anyone who is involved will go through an investigation or face the consequences." They instantly stood and trembled. They knew Osborn, who worked for President Rogan, was a terrifying being. He was a powerful Sanctuary level cultivator. All it took was a wave for them to die. He did not need other departments to handle them.

He gave a straight order without a care in the world of what Harry was actually doing. “Man, I'm in the middle of something here.”He replied and was about to continue, but then Andy had already disconnected the call. Harry is one of the best hackers in the country, he even has an organization of hackers which is his personal Investment. With Harry, they find out anything they want to about any businessman and that has helped them a lot. “Andy”He heard the doctor's voice which brought him back to reality. He stood up and walked to where the doctor stood.”How is she doing?”He asked impatiently.

That night,bethel had eavesdrop on their conversation and she could sworn she has never seen eyes so cold with raw and deep loathe. ” I...I...will pay you,please give me some more time” Bethel's father pleaded. ”(scoffs) you will pay me my money she yet you've planned on leaving the country. Who does that?” Harry asked,his eyes coldest. ” I didn't run away,I never planned an escape” Alberto uttered and that was when Harry pull out his mask. Bethel's jaw dropped at his sight she never knew the popular Harry corna is a young guy,she had thought he was in his 40's she never thought he could be so young, he looked 26's.His lashes stood out proudly against his upper cheek bone,his skin was spotle

She slowly turned her head, and there he stood, looking elegant as ever, clad in a black tuxedo suit, with a black shirt worn inside, the first three unbuttoned showcasing a bit of his well sculptured muscle ripping chest. 'Harry Morgan' the only man Five ever loved and dated. Harry Fishman, a man whose toes you shouldn't step on, a man you should pray not to be in his blacklist. The whole drug and gangster world tremble hearing his name. He is on top of the food chain with a networth of a billion dollar, mostly made from his supply of hard drugs to Africa, Asia and three other continents. And also a major arms dealer in the black market, and not too mention he has a registered and well rec

She had figured out that could help kill the monster. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

But my wolf wouldn’t allow it. “Then follow up to that reputation of yours and end this.” I said, glaring at him. “You and I both know that I can.” He said casually. “I am choosing not to for one reason, which you, just like me, feel.” Even in the dark, he was unmistakable. Power rolled off him in suffocating waves, Alpha dominance honed into something sharp and merciless. This was the man sent to end conflicts the world didn’t want named. The fighter who wiped out rogue camps and never asked questions afterward.

“Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…” “I heard from Rosalyn about that.” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but not

I replied, my voice thin. "Know him? Of course, I know him! His father, Charles Brigg, is one of my oldest and most reliable business associates. We played golf just last month!" He let out a nervous, booming laugh. "Good heavens, Reinna! You put your mother and me on a plane for this? For a nice evening out with Charles’s son?" My mother let out a relieved, shaky sigh, but my stepfather’s mood was suddenly buoyant. He walked back to Elvis’s car.

"You have no idea who I am. Or what I’m capable of, princess. But you’ll learn soon enough." Isabella flinched at his outburst. The man before her wasn't the sweet, smooth talking Nikolai that she met last night at the nightclub, the man who had taken her to heaven and back severally. He was Nikolai Volkol, the Don, kingpin of the Russian underworld.