Harry Raftus Novels & Stories

Raf reached for Harry’s jacket, shrugging it on casually over his paint-streaked clothes, feeling a bit more like himself. “To be continued...”

“She is not mine. She belongs to Lucas. I mean everyone knows Lucas plans to make her his queen soon....” “Everyone thinks she belongs to Lucas but I know she is loyal to you and not to Lucas...” Harold said, eyes matching that of Matteo’s. Matteo couldn’t have believed his little secret affair wasn’t entirely secret. He smiled inside of him. This was the perfect deal for him. Lauratta meant nothing but a spy tool to which he learnt of Lucas plans and he planned to discard her once he got what he wanted. If it was what Harold seek for their partnership, then he would gladly give her to him. “Fine. You will have her once I get my throne.”

I overheard Harry and Roger's conversation outside the private room and learned that Harry was the band's drummer, always wearing sunglasses and a hat, and few people had seen his true face. "Ryan, how did you know? Were you eavesdropping?" Harry's remark hinted at a lot; he must have known about my werewolf identity. "With such good looks, shouldn't you be a star? And hanging out with the Shanhai band's manager, could it be someone from the other band?" I sarcastically muttered some nonsense.

She was the seeker of truth, the weaver of narratives. Rafael "Raf" Solis, a charismatic and quick-witted Logistics and Procurement Specialist, was the team’s fixer. In his mid-thirties, Raf could acquire anything, transport anything, and make anything disappear. He had a vast network of contacts in every corner of Wisteria’s underworld, and his loyalty was to Baron Vance, who had always treated him with respect, even when their paths diverged. He was the master of the impossible, the man who made things happen.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

he added. “You should be! I have a gift for you,” Harry said, gesturing for Shadrach to take a seat on the couch. “So, what’s the news?” Shadrach asked. Harry was meticulous in his work, and despite being in his forties, he was well-groomed. He was Shadrach’s father’s most trusted associate and the son of the driver who had dropped Shadrach off at the hospital the other day. Harry’s family had always been loyal to Shadrach’s family, assisting him in covering up a few things. Additionally, Harry was an IT expert, and it wouldn’t take him long to gather the information he needed.

After Joel was gone, Haley asked softly, "Who's Mister Taft? Is he really powerful?" Maniac got to his feet, pacing to and fro in the office before saying, "Chance Taft, also known as Mister Taft to us all. He's an expert Ambience level cultivator who's been famous for twenty years, back when I was just a nobody hooligan. He retired to cultivate during his peak, so most of us have pretty much forgotten about him." "He sounds really powerful. Do you think Joel might ask this Mister Tuft for help then?" "I can't be too sure about that. However, I've got to tell Mister Penn about this at once."

She muttered the last part to herself excitedly and he just stared at her. Something churned in his guts. Why do the purest of souls have to face the worst tragedies? She ambled to the guest room. As he sat there for some time before he took out his phone and researched Richard Hill on G****e. Lots of articles popped up and the recent one was regarding his charity event which Rasmus also attended. That night Rasmus was in no mood to attend the charity event but his father, Xander had called him and told him to attend it on his behalf.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face. I could have sworn that I have seen Luke somewhere.

It was a success, and they decided to implement it in the company. Harry was one of the major shareholders of the company; he was in his forties, graying, tall, and had an impressive physique for his age. He was also kind and sometimes a bit presumptuous, asking me to do things he should do himself. But I liked him. I met Mary at the exit; it had been a stressful day, but I managed to finish almost all the work. I approached her, waiting for me outside the building. "Wow, you look exhausted," she said.