Harry X Tom Novels & Stories

Henry tried to offer Harry some comfort. Yet, Harry seemed disconnected and rooted in his kneeling posture. Felix then approached them from the side as Henry was deliberating on what could be done. Henry sensed that perhaps Felix was the only one who could reach Harry at this moment. "Daddy," Felix uttered softly and stood next to Harry. Harry showed the first signs of response to Felix's voice as his bloodshot eyes turned toward him. The marks of his intense bowing were stark against his forehead and would distress anyone that laid eyes on him.

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

I looked at the scattered cards on the table and sneered in secret. These card games were nothing to me. I was only refamiliarizing myself earlier. It was my turn to shine. As expected, I got the upper hand in the next round. I held my cards as I swept my gaze across all participants. Then, my gaze landed on Liam. I smiled and immediately instructed him. “Liam, you should feed Harry a cherry tomato with your mouth. You can’t drop it.” Harry Smith was a famous pervert. He was not married despite being in his 30s. He always stared at everyone with a perverted gaze. He had been staring at Liam.

Alpha Tom lied and tried to smooth everything over, but he caught my doubtful expression in his words and sighed. “What matters is who stands beside you now, kiddo. Please don’t focus on what's missing, it’ll only tear you down. Always focus on what you do have, and that is us. Got it.” His eyes softened even though his words were firm. I nodded and offered a small smile. “You’re right.” “Of course I am,” Alpha Tom straightened his posture and arched his brow in a comedically smug manner. “I am Alpha Tom Harris, the alpha that's always right.” He rested his fists on his hips and stared off like some metropolis hero poising for the cameras.

He also heard Tommy walking toward him. "Mister Lind…" He knew that he and Harry were going to die, but he was not frightened at all. He let blood flow out of his eyes. He looked like he had accepted death. "I'll accept dying in your hands, but before I go, a piece of advice. You can touch me, but you can't touch Harry! Remember that he has another identity to him!" Tommy's hand holding the dagger shuddered a little. He stopped instantly. Harry's other identity? He was Patrick Chesire's brother. Patrick Chesire was Alexander's father-in-law.

Only the silhouettes of the two pinching their heads together between the remaining eight contestants looked at the sword like idiots. Tom sarcastically said, "She's alone doit, and the redhead does the same. Is it contagious madness?" "If it's contagious, I hope there's illness that can make you keep your mouth shut, Tom. Can't say a good word," Henry snarled back at Tom. "Ohhh. One more hero. My mouth kept saying, what do you do to me? It's better than some guys who like people to die who don't dare to open their mouths. You're shy of girls, Henry," Tom said grimly to Henry.

I sit on the couch as a new movie plays on the screen. The half-made dinner sits and stales on the counter. Tom sits on a loveseat adjacent to me. He reads a finance magazine. His eyes occasionally lift as if supervising. He needs to ensure I haven’t moved. I haven’t. There’s a knock on the front door. I don’t move. Tom doesn’t either. Another knock on the front door. Tom looks annoyed as Harry walks into the main area and says, “Mr. Hayden. There’s someone at the door for Mrs. Hayden.”

Noticing that Kyle was fresher than Terry, Tommy asked curiously, "Where did you get hurt ?" Kyle replied, "I'm fine, just a little scratch on my body. On the contrary, this boy seems to have been drinking a lot of potions. You should quickly check him. Let's also find a person named Harry, who was seriously injured in the fight just now. Let me go find him!" Tommy nodded, "Then mind you!" At that, he reached out and touched Terry's forehead. At a glance, he knew what he drunk, and could only shake his head pitifully.

She swallowed hard, admiring his masculine chest laced with black curly hair which travelled narrowly down his flat Tommy and then into his shorts. She had seen him shirtless on the night she allowed skin contact with her but she hadn't had a good luck at him. She glanced up at his face and saw his black curly hair looked messy,his eyes were kind of red....like he cried!. Yet,he still looked damn gorgeous. "You told me you were brave Mo..... "I thought I was" Bethel cuts in immediately, She wouldn't want her to call her Mom in his presence. "The tree has overgrown,I will make sure the branches are mended by the gardener tomorrow" Harry said.

Harry should be an extraordinary person given he was Bo’s nephew. “So, you’re Harry. My name’s Skylar Cooper, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” “Harry, we’ll be relying on you for protection in Southrive from now on.” The group instantly started kissing Harry’s toes, especially the women. Hearing the numerous greetings, Harry smiled and said, “Don’t mention it. You’re all friends of Stella and Kevan so you’re my friends too. Just let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you, Harry!”