Harry Tonks Novels & Stories

All clean and dry, Tony stepped out of the steamy bathroom in a pair of maroon and gold Gryffindor boxers. He was a Harry Potter fan too, ok? Piss off. As he walked out to the living room, his attention was drawn to his phone as it pinged and vibrated on the table. When he picked it up and swiped it open, he was shocked to see that it was almost nine thirty. Had he really taken over an hour in the shower? Well, it had been worth it. His neck felt infinitely more relaxed after he let the hot water pound away at it. There were three missed texts from Dillon that he quickly tapped open.

As a mogul of the underbelly of society, this was worse than death for him. William Abbott was his only hope of escaping the fate of being permanently damaged. "Inform those good-for-nothing trash bags and gather the money now!" Harry looked at Tony by the side of the bed, his gaze gleaming maliciously. "Since they've submitted to us, get them to show us their sincerity. I have to be on the list of Doctor Abbott's patients!" Tony nodded vehemently. On his previous trip to Eastman Club, other than Frank Harley, he had gotten all the other Ol' Mare bigwigs to submit to Harry.

What would he have expected me to do? “Would you have wanted me to punch him in the throat to stop him from talking?” I furiously threw the question at him. Kylian realized that he asked the wrong question. “That’s not what I meant, Arthur. I’m sorry.” I glanced at him. He should have said that. That was very offensive. “It’s difficult for a werewolf to think properly when he loses his mate and his pack. He wasn’t thinking straight when he did it.” Oliver says, referring to Tate.

Kyle cast a glance in Terry's direction, smiled, and then said, "If you ask Terry about this, you will find out the answer. It seemed to me like he had a lengthy discussion with him the other day!" Louis turned his head to look at Terry, but all he saw was a wry smile on his face instead "You got that right! Harry works as a member of the security team at the Happy Hill Pub at the present time. The day before yesterday was his very first day on the job!"

Debby pleaded with tears already falling off her face, her heart palpitating in a hard way. "Did you think my two sisters were not innocent yet your father killed them? Two young precious and lovely girls died before my very eyes. I watched Broderick slaughter my mother as if she's a ram and for my father, he killed him slowly in the most brutal way ?" He said and took his hand off her chin. Hard veins could be seen in his neck and his forehead, "I'm Harry Vernon! the demon of Darkwood! The most powerful man in Asia! I have destroyed every single soul who came against me in the past. I let them beg for death."

I wobbled a bit and sent a glare to Aaron before Alex picked me up and carried me into the bar. It was dark inside, and empty. Or almost empty. I looked around as Alex put me down in one of the booths and headed over to the bar. Sitting in the booth next to me were the two goons that I had seen at the bar a few days ago. I knew they were Elias’ men but didn’t know their names. Sitting next to one of the goons was an older man. He was almost completely bald with grey hair cut short. He was short but stocky and a familiar sight in the town. Harry was the owner of Howlers and also the oldest werewolf I knew. Werewolves had a reasonably long lifespan, and it wasn’t unusual for us to reach well o

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

It'd all been an act, and Victor had fallen for it. "The Black Wolf wouldn't have let me go," Gordon hums. "Don't test me. You're too weak. I'll remind you of who you are." Harry takes a step forward, earning himself a terrifying growl. "I said don't move. I swear to god, I will kill him." Harry's hands come up defensively. "Alright, okay. You're the boss." "Tie him up, be quick about it," Gordon orders. "And no f*cking funny business."

And the first impression she got was that they were Damien's guards, who were ordered to take her to a faraway place and execute her. She cried and refused to go inside. Her legs gave away when they took measured steps towards her and failed any attempt of running away she had. Her hands alternately ached and felt dead. She wailed for help but the man in his fifties bent to her and announced, "I am Peter's Dursley lawyer, Ms. Nixon. My name is Edwin Holden, and this is my co-worker, Kenneth Francis. Please rest assured we are not from Alpha Damien's troop. We work for Mr. Peter, you must know him."