Harry's Table Reviews Novels & Stories

She put all the dishes on the table, just as everyone entered the dining room one by one. All the maids bowed in unison to them. As usual, Mr. Harry sat in the middle of the table. A maid who was also his close servant whispered something in his ear. After listening, Mr. Harry nodded, smiling at Ella. “Is it because you cooked breakfast?” “I only cooked a few dishes for me and David, because I don't know your tastes.” Ella politely replied. “Today I want to try the food you made.” Mr. Harry took a piece of hot dog and popped it into his mouth. He praised the deliciousness after chewing.

I tapped my fingers lightly on the table, my gaze still on the window. “It’s been a while, Drew Jacobs.” I looked up immediately. Harry. He walked in like he owned the place, a small smirk on his face. I leaned back in my chair, resting my chin on my hand, my eyes fixed on him, unreadable. “Nice setup you have here,” he said casually, glancing around before taking a seat. “I don’t think you came here to talk about how good my office is,” I said flatly. “Why are you here, Harry?”

Lisa POV The study door sat partly open when I walked past it. I stopped after hearing James complain from inside. “I still don’t understand what I’m supposed to be looking for.” “You’re looking for overlap,” Harry replied. They didn’t notice me walking in. Papers covered the entire study table. Medical scans, prescription records, handwritten notes, and thick binders lay scattered everywhere. Harry looked wrecked like he was surviving on caffeine and no sleep. He sat in the middle of the mess wearing thin glasses I had never seen before. James sat across from him with folders spread open and frustration written all over his face.

“So here are the list of tables that haven’t been attended to yet. “ Hudson said handing a paper to me and I nodded and collected it. I collected the order of Table 5 and left the the kitchen carrying a tray with the food in it. I glanced at table 6 and saw the back of the man that looked so familiar but I just ignored it. I proceeded to table 5 and it was just a teenage girl and a guy who I presume to be her boyfriend. “Thank you” She smiled warmly at me. I smiled back and was about to leave when my phone started ringing. I dipped my phone into my pocket and brought out my phone. My eyes widened when I saw Harry’s name as the caller ID. My phone almost fell and I turned my back, expecting t

"I'm a reasonable man. Coffee ice cream for dessert, but you still need to eat a real meal." "Fine," Ariadne answers, unable to shake the feeling that this is defeat. It tastes just like it. How can she fight this man? How can she get out of here? Harry pulls out Ariadne's seat for her, fingers drumming along the soft, white velvet lining. "I hope you like lamb chops." Ariadne loves lamb chops. Most wolves do. It's the preferred red meat. But the way Harry says it. It sounds more like, 'I know you like lamb chops. I hired someone to investigate you, so I know everything about you.'

“Now I can’t say no to whatever you may demand.” “On Friday, after your grandpa is done sending me to cloud nine, I want you to help me pick the best clothes to make your ex hate me.” Harry grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my fingers. “My life and my sword are forever at your service, milady.” We were still laughing when I heard a group approaching our table from the doors, surely on their way to their own table. Harry looked up and flashed one of his poised smiles. “Hey, man,” he said to somebody behind me.

Unexpectedly Harry walked in to the dining table which was already filled with various of his favorite dishes, also candles added to the romantic atmosphere of the evening and a heart-shaped cake as a symbol of love from Sarra. Sarra followed her then stood beside her, "These are all your favorite foods," said Sarra trying to cover a smile even though the alarm was already starting to appear. Harry didn't change his expression, his gaze was sharp as if he wanted to swallow his wife alive. Sara swallowed hard. Then unexpectedly Harry pulled the tablecloth until everything on the table scattered onto the floor making a loud noise. Prang Prang Prang Sarra reflexively backed up by covering her e

Arosh answered. "Gracious I'll go then, at that point, I'll simply get you food. What is it that you need to eat?" Harry inquired "It depends on you, what you need to eat, that is supportive of me." "Alright approval, I'll purchase outside what we can eat first." Then, at that point, Harry went out and went to a close by café and took out their food with Arosh. While Harry was hanging tight for their food, Richard saw him enter the eatery. He quickly moved toward her while finding a seat at the table.

Lydia spots Halsey and smirks. “Look who it is,” she mutters at Harry. “Our favorite target.” “Excellent!” Harry grins. All of them settle at a table and observe Halsey who still didn’t notice them. “Yo, waitress!” Harry rudely calls her. “Will you serve us or not?” Halsey turns to them and inwardly groans but there’s nothing she can do about it. Instead, she walks up to them with a polite smile. “What can I do for you today, sir?” She asks them. Harry only grins.

Harry screams running toward the kitchen. "Wait ,what do you mean?" " come in the kitchen and See for yourself" he says so i go to the kitchen and see harry holding two pieces of bread in his hand . Scratch that , he is holding two pieces of burnt bread. I go and check the other two pieces but they are in the same condition . I take toast in my hand , showing him and then shrug. I wait for harry to frown or get angry because i just ruined his breakfast but instead he looks like he is trying to hold his laugh .