Harry Rooker Novels & Stories

So doing what he wanted and when he wanted it was the best way to avoid getting hurt and surviving until whenever this would be over. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts just as the curtains flipped open from behind me. Then I turned around to see it was Mr Rover, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over his new look. He was dressed in a white tuxedo that looked like it was perfectly tailored for him, and he had his hair all swept to the back. He looked so alluring that for a moment, I forgot he was holding me hostage and I found my heart racing faster the closer he walked toward me.

The aura he was emitting wasn’t that of an ordinary wolf but someone with rank. I slid out from under the bed, dusting off my clothes, before lifting my chin. I turned to look at him through the sides of my eyes, cautious. “Ragnar sent you, didn’t he?” I folded my arms across my chest, waiting for his response. “I’ve never seen a living room left in such a disaster,” he tsked, pushing himself back to his feet. "By the way, my name is Kendrick. And you are?” he extended his hand for a handshake.

“Yes, Alpha.” Few minutes later, a tall brown haired man sauntered into the office, his eyes bright with an emotion I could not decipher in that moment. Well, he certainly caught my attention. “Have a seat,” I said, watching as he did so. “Thank you for having me, Alpha Aiden,” he replied, rubbing his hands. “I'm Harry. Harry Winston.” “I see. What do you want?” He didn’t waste any time in responding. “To join your pack. I want to destroy the rogues too.”

“A little obsessed with the human, aren’t you? Where did you leave her, exactly?” "Are you really questioning your King?" I accused, not liking how invested she seemed to be, like I’d tell her where I hid my little human. Before she could reply. My little brother, Rook, walked into the room. Wearing his normal attire of black dress pants and white dress shirt, he was tall and built like most in our army, his hair cut short and his face clean shaven, he had sharp features like his mother and green eyes that shimmered and changed constantly. Rook was a few years younger than me, and I knew that Hellebore was trying to get him to help steal my throne for his older brother. She was in for a surp

Then the last person jumped into the cave, masked in total black. He jumped down from the car bonnet, making dusts fly as he stood in front of them all. The moment he took off his mask, revealing his sweaty cold face, Rook lost his voice. One and only Roonie Banks! "Welcome, Unholy Lion, the king" Hyce hailed. "Y--ou?" Rook stuttered. It's like the rest of his members are tied cos they couldn't move. The shock is too much to dissolve obviously.

he said to his other rascal. “Then, who is going to come for me" I heard a feminine voice say outside the cell. The rogues turned towards the direction the voice came from, but I could not see the person as they obstructed my view. “Who are you and what are you doing here,” one of the rogues questioned as they step out of my cell. “My name is Harry, and I am here to distract you so this can happen,” Before he could finish her statement, a punch from another person that just ran in sent two teeth flying from one of the rogue's mouths.

she asked, calmly. Roberto smirked. "There are ways," he mused. "Let’s just say... I know people. People who can make a man disappear, only to resurface in places he’d rather die than be in." He took a slow sip. "Imagine Harry Hendrix, the once-mighty heir, shackled in some forgotten hellhole, screaming for a savior who’ll never come." Ivy clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay composed. "Why tell me all this?" she asked smoothly, leaning back.

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

Harry faced Yasmine with a faint smile. “Yes you're right, I'm ruthless. I've done irrevocable things that no indulgence can wipe out and I don't regret any of it. I would do it over and over again in a heartbeat because they made me who I am now." Harry said with a straight face. “And who exactly are you? Who are you Harry Robinson? A ruthless killer? A multi billionaire mafia boss? Is that who you are?" Yasmine scoffed.

"Are you being serious?" "Uhh yeah." Harry stuttered, uncomfortable with Robert's laughter. "Why and how did you do all of that?" Robert asked with interest. Harry didn't know if he should start saying the full story or just small bits and pieces of the truth, careful not to implicate who had just resigned. He ended up saying the full story from how he searched for personal spies from Mr Romeo who refused to working from him from finding Rina and now they drew all the plan and achieving what they wanted.