Harry Rooker Novels & Stories

Perhaps he'll be the one to explain what's going on later. The two men are thrown to mine and Harry's feet as they snarl and make displeased sounds that fall on deaf ears. The soldiers tie their hands behind their backs and strip them of all the nonexistent weapons and shields the rogues possess. "Who are you people?" Harry asks the rogues, and the unstable one answers. "Your fucking ruination!" He spits out and doesn't forget to actually spit on Harry. Oh oh. I know that Harry is a changed man and all, but you don't spit on an ex-psycho's face. I think the guy gets it now as Harry slowly wipes off his face with the material of his top and a sadistic smile forms on his lips.

In a black V-necked shirt that clings to every inch of him and dark jeans that ostensibly match with his six-foot something height, Rook slings his backpack against his shoulder, a move that shouldn’t be hot but the douchebag manages to make it look good. Then…because he’s here to fuck with me after ten days of being AWOL, his eyes somehow find me in the crowd and I almost fucking cough. “Whooa, I think Rook Rhodes is looking at you”, Alicia, Alice, Avery, I can’t even remember her name other than she’s in my squad, pipes up next to me. My eyes are on the professor but I can’t see anything with the way my heart is beating. “He’s headed towards this row. He’s coming this way. Wait, he stopped

Once the door opens I see Harry sitting in the front room and Henry standing in front of him passing his hands through his hair. His eyes meet mine and I see a small smile appear on his face but soon after he drops it as Roxy and Leo walk behind me. Harry lifts his head and sees me. Instantly he stands up and walks behind the settee with his hands shoved in his pockets. “What is she doing here?”, Harry asks and I look at him from head to toe and I ignore what he says as I walk to stand in front of Henry. “Can I talk to you?”, I ask and he gives me a small nod.

How… I could not even think. The cell was spinning. My knees went weak. ‘Alpha….Alpha. I am in the east border. The rogues are coming. All the patrol is out. She is here, the witch is…….’ The link cut, vanished to thin air. The fear that had passed through the link, it was something else. My body swayed. With one wave, my hand had turned to a claw, slicing the man’s head off his neck. “Helix, take everyone into the bunker. The rogues are here.”

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

“Yeah, I’m serious! And that’s why I need to know how this sick creep has gone this far without us catching a damn clue.” “Chill out,” Harry said quietly. Jaxon pointed furiously at his phone. “She’s terrified! You want me to calm down when she’s shaking in her own house?” Harry rubbed the back of his neck. “Rohan,” he said, turning to his friend, “find Skull. Tell him the party’s over. Ask if he still has a line on the guy.” Rohan nodded once and left without a word. Jaxon tried to keep it together, tried to breathe, but it was nearly impossible. His head was spinning. Then Harry placed a hand on Jaxon’s shoulder. Their eyes met.

Roho "Ahh good afternoon Instructor Harry" "My- I mean, hello Roho, how are you feeling?" "I'm fine thank you, headed to the training arena" "Already? are you sure you're okay enough to go back" "Yes I'm as fit as a fiddle! are you headed there too?" "Yeah, I am I also want to apologize to you, I should have gone along with you pups when you went for your run, this whole disaster would have been avoided"

𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗛𝗜'𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗞𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 Age - 27 I*******m singer and Dancer Roohi's friend Loves her secretly Calls her Bhootni Childhood besties Understand her without even her words Supports her no matter what "She is my life, how can anyone take it away. Is it a dessert?" 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝘀𝗵𝘁

“Hey, uh… this is the bartender from last night. Someone’s been calling about Rook?” I straighten instantly, gripping the phone. “You saw him?” “Yeah,” the guy mutters. “He was here late. Left with some guy.” My blood turns cold. “What guy?” I demand. The bartender sighs like he’s too damn tired for this conversation. “Didn’t catch a name. They were drinking all night, talking, laughing, you know, close.” My pulse spikes. “Describe him.” There’s a pause, before he sighs. “Dark hair, cocky little shit. Hockey player, I think. Wore number twenty-four.”

There was no mistake, this burly man was her client, Harry Crocker! Head of security was just a title, those who understood could tell that he was a bouncer. After all, a place like this would attract many troublemakers. Harry was famous in Donghai City, having around twenty to thirty men under him just to look after this place. “Skinny bastard, did you hear that? F*ck out here yourself,” said Harry in contempt as he took a step forward. What was it with these ushers? Letting an uncouth looking man into here. This guy dressed in bargained goods probably did not even earn more than two thousand on his monthly salary, yet he dared to enter a place like this?