Harry X Cedric Novels & Stories

"This guy Harry is trash, but his cousin is someone I can't mess with. Felix, these men's presence proves Harry is acting on his cousin's approval." Felix studied them carefully. Smiling, he said, "The only thing different is that there's an embroidered word on their chests. It looks like 'Crayden,' doesn't it?" George nodded. "Yeah. Harry's cousin is Malcolm Crayden." By now, Harry and Ethan had approached. The former's face was full of mockery. "Pretty smart, George. So why not leave? Unless you want to have a chat with Malcolm?" Not wanting George to be humiliated, Felix stepped in.

I open my mouth to argue, but Cedric touches my shoulder, shaking his head discreetly. I follow him out of Erik’s office, and after Jerry leaves us, disappointed, Cedric murmurs, “If you want, I can take Harold’s body and that loud-mouthed human friend of yours to the North.”

I combed my hair with my fingers, so I at least looked somewhat presentable, before I ran downstairs again. My uncle and mate were in the living room, both holding a glass in their hands. Celebrating something? The second I entered, my mate came up to me. DAMN! He was tall! And I was tall, so that’s saying something. Dean was only 3 or 4 inches taller than me and my uncle wasn’t any different. For the first time in my life, I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. His very intense gaze, I might add, and I wondered why. “Lesley,” Uncle Harry started very formally, forcing me to look away from my mate to his ugly grin. “This is Alpha Cedrick.”

I've been so fucking occupied that I didn't think about it. "But wait... how did they find out about Harry? I made sure no one knew... except..." My eyes narrow widely. "Grandma Charlotte and Xavier." Adrian walks up to us at the mention of Xavier. "Xavier?" He prompts, his gaze narrowing into space as though he's trying to calculate the obvious. It clicks. "Whoever knew about Harry is linked to Xavier," I mutter. And Adrian, without saying a word to me, brings out his phone and calls Reynold immediately. He mutters some words, and I can only wonder why he prefers the phone over the mind link.

Frederick glanced at him, somewhat admiring, and asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Cedric Graham," Cedric introduced himself solemnly, "I was once a general under the command of Lord Seiryu. He specifically tasked me with serving you, Mr. Lester, with full dedication." Frederick nodded nonchalantly, pondering over the name. Cedric Graham was the manager of the Golden Coast residential area. The name sounded somewhat similar to the manager in Prospera Corporation, Ivan Graham. However, in reality, the two were worlds apart – Cedric was a formidable tiger, while Ivan was nothing more than a rotten shrimp.

Cedric murmurs. Harris immediately notices. His expression hardens, the playfulness vanishing. "Lord Cedric, what are you doing?." Cedric chuckles, a smooth, arrogant sound. "I simply appreciate beautiful things, Your Highness." Harris steps in front of Aiden, blocking the view. "Show some respect. He is my guest." Cedric smirks. "He isn't royal blood, is he? No. So what's the problem if I admire him?" His gaze shamelessly travels over Aiden again, lingering on his ass and chest.

As soon as he saw Carwyn Levi, Harry reached out to hug him, "Hu hu hu, Uncle Levi… Harry wants Uncle Levi to hold..." Harry was frightened by Joyce, and Carwyn Levi stepped forward and took him out of Grainne's arms. Carwyn Levi once again shouted at Joyce: "Let her go!" Joyce froze in fear, standing still. Carwyn Levi yanked her hand out of Grainne's lap and whispered to her, "Let's go."

Cedric, who had come back to his senses suddenly stopped and turned, glaring at the two weirdos who almost made him act like a fool. “We know…that’s why we are heading there.” Both Harry and Matthew shrugged in a carefree manner and walked forward without missing a step. Cedric turned to look at his master with an incredulous expression as he gestured towards the duo who were walking in the front, in a carefree manner, as though they were the owners of the house.

“See, Cedric? Your stepmom isn’t something you have to keep your distance from. She’s as approachable as they come, so why don’t you come out from behind that pillar and join us?” He felt like a lightning just struck him. How did Harold knew where he was? And since where? Damn, the bodyguard of a mafia boss wasn’t someone you want to trifle with! Cedric showed up in disbelief, looking at Virginia and Harold before, once again, turned around and ran. ‌ “Cedric again? It felt just like deja vu!” commented Virginia, covering her mouth with her hands. ‌

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?"