Harry Osborn Novels & Stories

As a mogul of the underbelly of society, this was worse than death for him. William Abbott was his only hope of escaping the fate of being permanently damaged. "Inform those good-for-nothing trash bags and gather the money now!" Harry looked at Tony by the side of the bed, his gaze gleaming maliciously. "Since they've submitted to us, get them to show us their sincerity. I have to be on the list of Doctor Abbott's patients!" Tony nodded vehemently. On his previous trip to Eastman Club, other than Frank Harley, he had gotten all the other Ol' Mare bigwigs to submit to Harry.

I demand wanting to ensure I was as up to date with news so that I can help support my man Reuben. We were struggling to find leads, and a big question still circled around who this undetectable person was that had links to Odin. “Alpha?” Everybody’s eyes turn to Donnie’s lad Harry as he approaches Reuben, who wasn’t at his most patient right now. “Can I hold bunny please? I promise to take good care of him…” Harry looks to the bunny teddy, whose owner was missing.

Mathew turned to Micheal as soon as they both got out of the car. "That man that was with our boss back at the Italian restaurant, who is he?" "His name is Harry Hudson. He is the CEO of Invicta Tech Corporation," Micheal replied. "Oh," Mathew muttered. The tech Corporation was well known nationwide. How come he didn't know the CEO was the man he met years ago? The man who ruined the life of his sister and even his own.

'Because I need you to go to Oscar's for me. Oscar Turnbull . Scum of the fucking earth and maybe even the universe. Big time drug dealer, strip club owner and God knows what else. He was also Davey's source. The head honcho. The spider whose web everyone else was caught in. He distributed to Davey, Davey distributed to his crew, his crew dealt on Davey's club scene. Everyone got paid. Everyone was happy.

I asked Harry to find information on the person, I beat that night and just like the genius he is, he found me all the information, in just one day. Carl Houston was a third degree criminal with a white collar, supported by the powerful people. When I found out, I really wanted to know why Celeste decided to work for him. I asked Harry to find information about it as well, but he couldn't find anything. Maybe thats what made me freeze on my spot and listen to their conservation.

A cup of hot Earl Gray tea with the aroma of bergamot steamed slowly in front of him. Alexander Sterling, with a black shirt left half unbuttoned showing off an ancient rune tattoo on his broad chest, sat right next to Chloe. The deadly man barely touched his breakfast. His attention seemed to be permanently locked on the beautiful sculpture of the Queen's face, enjoying his own masterpiece with absolute devotion. The comfortable silence was broken when the crystal tablet in front of Chloe flashed red. An incoming video call with an SSS level security code only one person in the world has such access. Oswald Vanguard. The Grandfather. The feared ancestor of thousands of shadow organizations.

"Go ahead. Say whatever is on your mind." “Fine," I stood a little taller. "Let me see if I've got this straight" lifting my hand, I raise a single finger and point at his chest. "You, Connor Davies, are not just Dr. Andrew Clark--you’re the real Ouroboros. " "Yes," he responded, deadpan. "The super genius prodigy that took both the medical and tech worlds by storm 8 years ago. The serpent of the medical gray market! THAT Ouroboros.”

I watched the interaction between them with a slight curve at the corner of my lips. Holding the lead rope around her neck, I led her out of the stable. Leaving her with Stella, I walked back into the stable, spotting Aaron in front of a brown horse, holding out a half-bitten apple to it. I arched a brow, walking towards them. The horse naturally spotting me before the stable boy. “Lord Oliver,” he stumbled snapping his gaze to mine, his arm still held out towards the horse. “How many times do I need to remind you to just call me Oliver?”

Everyone turned their heads as the door to the floor opened, and I looked up, only to freeze. Alexander Lancaster. He was the last person I expected to see here. He walked in confidently like he owned the place. Heads turned, whispers started, and even our usually angry manager looked surprised. My throat went dry. He shouldn’t be here. Not in my office. Not in my space. “Good morning,” he greeted, his voice deep. “I’m here to meet with Mr. Daniels from the finance department. Lancaster Holdings is exploring a partnership.” He looked around and found me.

He stared at Oscar without blinking. “He’s already taken something he can never give back.” The room felt heavy beneath those words. And for the first time, Oscar looked truly afraid. Because he knew—the man standing before him now was no longer the CEO Callister being toyed with by a layered, cunning scheme. Harold’s revenge plan. He was a son who had lost his mother. And that man would not stop. “What’s your plan?” Cale asked, breaking the silence. “We can’t just sit still.”