Harry's Table Reviews Novels & Stories

“Aaargh!” Harry crashed onto the table and smashed all the plates. His agonizing screams accompanied the sounds of shattering. The private room fell silent. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Stella’s jaw dropped. Everyone’s mouth hung agape. Even Adaline was covering her mouth in astoundment. ‘What the heck happened?’ Did Harry get blown away?

Harry gushed as he carried the bags to the kitchen. “What would you like to eat, miss?” He asked as he sorted out all that we had got. I sat in one of the chairs in the kitchen with Beverly in my arms. “Anything apart from pasta”, I responded. Harry washed two apples and had them sliced up. He served them neatly on a small plate and placed them on the table in front of me. His gestures were absolutely adorable and I loved how it made me feel. Beverly got down from me and walked away. Harry and I talked about work, his interests and it was all interesting. There was more I didn’t know about my brother in law. All I had seen was his blood relationship with my husband. “How is it going with my

I internally laugh at my own lame joke but let my smile linger on the outside. "Have a seat, it seems like you're both just coming from a really good party" Harry says, his smile pulling up a wrinkle. Liam and I take our seats. "It wasn't really a good one" Liam shakes his head and it makes Harry laugh. Harry claps, "So what would you both like? Anything to eat or drink, you know I don't like my guest visiting on an empty stomach. Needless to say my family" Harry weirdly adds a lot of stress pronouncing the word family and I notice his eyes landing on me.

She will keep this secret for the rest of her life. In City Y, when Grainne led Harry out of the western restaurant, he met Carwyn who had also come out from there. “You talk to your partner, are you here?” Grainne asked, taking his hand. "Yes!" Carwyn nodded, continuing: "The partner has something to go first. Why are you here?" Grainne asked: "Harry wanted to eat western rice so I brought him here but he couldn't eat much! Harry pouted and angrily said, "Harry now wants to eat more spicy hot pot..."

He said coldly, “I’m giving you one chance to apologise to Xynthia, and to start preparing for my reservation on the day after tomorrow.” “Apologise? Prepare for your booking? Are you even awake?” Harry yelled, jutting out a rude finger and pointing at Harvey’s nose. Harvey made a curt nod and took out his phone. He punched in some numbers.“In ten minutes, change the host of Buckwood Tower’s Spinning Restaurant who’s serving me right now to someone else.” “Ha, ha, ha, ha…!” Harry and his cronies burst out laughing at Harvey’s words as he talked into his battered old phone that looked as if it cost only a mere fifteen dollars.

"Hello, love. So sorry for making all of you wait for me. Had to wash up before I came here. I've let chef Marcos know that we are ready to be served." As if on cue, 3 men and 3 women wearing a waiter uniform comes in with a plate in their hand and placed the beautiful-looking entrée in front of everyone. They even pour drinks of everyone's liking and it didn't take everyone a long time to dig in the delicious meal. The smell and taste of the entrée was amazing but it wasn't THAT amazing since Alice couldn't get the thought of Harry's conversation with her family. What the heck did he talk about with them? She was slightly taken aback when a few delicious varieties of seafood was placed on h

The new model counter in the kitchen didn't go unnoticed, everything here has changed. Wow. When did all these happened? "You're staring at everywhere like you weren't the one who ordered for it to be done before your arrival" Henry says with a smirk. What the hell is he saying? I didn't give any orders. "I gotta say your boyfriend's taste is really rubbing off on you" Harry remarked, striding towards the kitchen with an empty flat plate in his hand "He's got a great taste, I was told he specifically chose the leather chairs, they are very nice"

She took a photo of the dish on the table and immediately zoomed in on the result. "You sure are good at food and serving, son. Nothing wrong with God blessing you to be my daughter-in-law. " Hani sits on a chair waiting for her daughter-in-law and son to come. a moment after a few minutes, Anna and Harry arrived. Harry's expression was no different from Hani's. He was very fascinated to see the dishes that were served at the dinner table. "Masya Allah, do you always serve food in your restaurant like this?" Anna nods. Harry's face turned sour at Anna's answer. He immediately sat down and took a plate and filled it with a full meal.

“We’ll share.” Emma watched them, her heart light. No phones on the table. No glances at the clock. Just the clink of cutlery, quiet laughter, and a shared presence that felt whole. Across the room, Harry stood near the bar, his back half-turned toward the window. He was waiting for a friend—nothing more than a brief meeting, a quick coffee. When a server passed through his line of sight, Harry turned—and froze. James. Emma. And a small boy laughing as he twirled his spoon.

By the time Samuel gave me a call after realizing that both mother and son were gone, I was already seated in a cafe opposite Patrick's office. I was sitting in the exact same spot by the window where I had sat when I had met Lucille months ago. It gave me a clear view of the office's entrance. Shania sat across from me and took a sip of her coffee. Then, something caught her eye, making her nearly spit her coffee out. She pulled me closer to the window to take a better look outside. "Your timing is impeccable! Lucille's here!" I turned and saw Lucille looking up at the building with the baby in her arms.