Harry Rooker Novels & Stories

Dangerous as hell—yes—but not surprising. James Anderson, AKA, Rook, was one fine looking son of a bitch. His features were rugged, his hair, a deep, rich black, was cropped close to his head. His skin held a natural olive tint, not unusual for someone with his hair coloring and his eyes were a startling, vibrant sky-blue, flecked with darker blue striations in their depths. The blue orbs were surrounded by dark lashes long enough to make any woman jealous. As my eyes continued to roam over the sheer beauty of the man before me, Rook gazed back at me, arching an eyebrow. A slow, sexy grin slid across his lips, and he murmured, "Hey, gorgeous."

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

She furrowed her brows. "Where is this coming from? Don't tell me you want out," she said cooly, although she couldn't quite hide the nervousness in her voice. Rodrigo Gomez was silent on the other end of the line. After a while, he sighed. "I don't know, it's just don't you ever wonder who Draco is? I mean what if he isn't what we think he is?" Keisha listened without interrupting and still kept her silence when Rodrigo finished speaking.

Arthur groaned, clutching his chest. The Sniper slung the rifle over their shoulder and reached for a med-kit on the wall. They pulled off their gas mask. Underneath was a man in his late forties. He had a thick grey beard, a scar running from his forehead to his jaw, and eyes that looked like they had seen the end of the world twice. "Name's Rook," he said. "I used to be a medic for the Sector Guard. Before I realized I was guarding a prison." Rook didn't waste time. He grabbed a pair of shears and cut the bandage off Leo's hand.

Her paced quickened as she heard Harry moan loudly. In her peripheral she saw the door that was once cracked open, now standing about halfway open. Just outside it was Roger. His pants were down to his knees and he was stroking a huge, fat, ugly, black cock. He was looking right at her. Harry had told him to do just that, but not to join in this first time. Harry was getting off on the fact that his buddy was watching this intense blow job play out.

Supressing my anger towards this mindless assistant of mine. "I'm sorry, Miss Siren. But I won't allow anybody to do wicked things to Young lady. I am Harry Spencers. I made a vow to myself that I will protect you in all ways that I can. I am just doing my oath." He's refusal make me wanna blow his head with a pan. He badly needed a good beating later. "This guy looks high on himself. Seems like he's been really in love with this witch." Claudia's mocking look gave me an impression that I want to skinned her alive right now. I'm wondering if she's not that smart enough to think about what Harry said.

Broderick indicated, pointing towards the hundreds of soldiers, surrounding Harry. Actually, Broderick was already suspecting that the man standing before him could be one of the Vernon's family members. “Maybe a little reminder would make you understand who you are speaking with.” Harry stepped forward a little, despite the guns from Broderick’s end pointed towards him. He wasn’t scared of Broderick. “My name is Harry Vernon, the last survivor of the series of murder you committed years ago on the Vernon's family.”

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.

Lucas sighed, rubbing his chin slightly with a finger. This time, the panic on Harry's face couldn't be hidden any longer. "Stop scaring the poor boy, Lucas." Roxanne laughed, pushing him away from the chair. The man laughed lightly and stood beside her. Harry recognized Roxanne with one glance. "I know you. You're Roxanne—" "I know who I am and you can save your strength. That's if you still have any." Roxanne said and glanced up at Lucas, "Since you recognize me then I don't think I need to introduce myself again. This is my friend, Lucas Knight."

he smiled like an innocent little thing. Harry has a face that could deceive the world that he was an innocent young man but that's not true. Harry is a murderer and the Don and boss of the whole of the United kingdom. "Fucking city!" I spat out and Harry chuckled. It was true that I hardly come to another territory. I remained in mine or else it's so urgent like this case. Harry was already taken me to his car with my men and his tailing behind when I paused, "I need to get to know what happened to the fucker in that room"