Harry/pansy Novels & Stories

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

“Xynthia! You disappoint me! You seemed pure, but I didn’t know that you’re a skank as well. I can’t believe that you would go for an old man like this!” Harry was furious to the point that he had almost fainted. He did not think that the girl that he had pursued for so long to no avail would have slept with an ordinary old man like this. At that moment, Harry had the urge to cough up blood. Harvey’s face had turned as dark as night. “What did you just say?” ‘Only I can scold my sister-in-law. Who else dares to scold her? Do you want to die?!’

I kiss him ,my one hand holding his torso and other in his hair. Harry's thumbs grazes my lips which are swollen after the kiss but then he suddenly takes the spatula to flip the pancakes. I sit still and cross my legs on the countertop while harry gets the plates to place the pancakes. He gets the maple syrup and chocolate syrup for me specially to pour over my pancakes and starts the coffeemaker for coffee.

"Ne porti moyu utrennyuyu, nyanyu. YA lyublyu tebya, no ne porti mne den'. On ne moy drug. Uzhe net (Don't ruin my morning, nanny. I love you, but don't ruin my day. He's not my friend. Not anymore) I saw Harry's expression change in subtleness. It suddenly altered into a slight pit of anger, but he also swiftly smiled back at his nanny. Polina just waved her hand as she exited the dining room, shaking Harry's response while muttering something in Russian. He also just shook his head while munching the pancake on his plate. ...and then a dead air. Ear-piercing dead air. Whatever Polina said made Harry's mood in the morning change. "Wow! This really tastes good!" I broke the silence as I chew

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

The Mad One grunted and then dug his index finger into the bar counter. Connor bowed his head in submission. Harry had clenched his fists against his thighs. If he hadn't been a born Alpha, he would have been forced to bend his knee under the monstrous power Black radiated. "What will she choose to put on her pancakes?" he clarified coldly. Alo and Mat were frankly amused to hear such words coming from the mouth of the Mad One. They waited patiently for the Alpha and Beta of the Red Moon to make their proposals. Visibly more relaxed, Harry pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans and handed the Alpha Black a hundred-dollar bill.

Harry: It'll be fun Me: I don't think so Harry: You'll like it Me: Really? Harry: Yes. Just imagine that I'm there. Harry: Imagine it's me that touches you. I don't want to imagine it, I want him here. Harry: Just do it, I'll be waiting for you Me: I can't Harry: Of course you can. Harry: Just open your legs, stick your hand up your panties and start touching you. It's not that hard. How can he say it like that? With such fluidity and boldness.

He shook his head and brushed his hair back. "Phew!" He puffed an exhalation as he wiped the sweat on his forehead. Haru has dark brownish hair that complemented his brown honey-colored eyes, pinkish lips, and sharp jawline, and his ear piercings were noticeable. "Hey, Haru! Better wear your mask again immediately. We'll never know when our bosses will enter the office!" Another man shouted from the next cubicle. "Yeah, yeah I know that." Haru yawned as he slumped back in his chair.

The crazy guy just dressed down Frost like he’s a damn college professor. Frost inclines his head. “Point taken.” Crazy Harry shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and levels his gaze on me. His eyes are a surprisingly pale blue, and they pierce right through me, like he can see inside me. Now that I’m getting a better look at him, he appears a little younger than I guessed at before, though his outfit still makes him look a bit like a California surfer boy gone to seed in his New Mexico retirement.

- I let out Harry punches me in the face and I can feel the blood in my mouth. The cunt cut my lip. “You can do whatever you want with me. But I am not getting the codes” - I say out loud “You will” “Harry, get your head out of the gutter. I don’t have access to those codes. I never did and I will never have, and even if I did I would never give them to you” “Well, let’s see how you will feel when I rape your beautiful girlfriend in front of you” - he says with a smile appearing on his face