Harry X Tom Novels & Stories

Harry kisses me like i am the air he breathes ,the soul he worships and I have never felt more alive. He pushes me on the bed and gets on top of me . He cages my body between his strong arm muscles and bites my earlobe . I fidget in removing his shirt . After some unsuccessful hardwork, harry chuckles and helps me remove his shirt. I trace my finger on the tattoo on his pec. "I didn't know you had any tattoo." I say still grazing it . "Now you do. " He says and smiles . "What does it mean?" I ask harry.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

“Yes. I study werewolves so I know about them and their mating habits and… well… a lot. Plus, Beta Tom answers any questions I have.” “Apparently my husband prefers kissing…” I mutter as King Harvey laughs out loud. “Do you complain, my love?” King Harvey voiles with ease. “…. shhh, King Harvey.” I whisper as he lights up, grinning wildly. King Harvey takes a seat across from us and Beta Tom follows, slightly shaken. I can tell he is restraining himself from sitting beside Emily and kissing her passionately. Is this how King Harvey appears to others? Or myself? “Beta Tom has a very similar level of power that I do, Emily.” King Harvey informs seriously. “Has he told you that?”

Tom walked in, quietly closed the door behind him, and watched him in silence for a few seconds with an expression of false compassion. Henri tried to compose himself, straightening his posture. “I missed you,” Tom said, walking over with unhurried steps. “I figured you were taking care of something important.” He sat beside his friend, casually crossing one leg over the other, but the attentive look in his eyes revealed that he knew more than he was letting on.

This was going to be difficult. “Tom, There’s no need to say such harsh words to a lady, resume your gentleman spirit! It must be a careless loss. We never work like this in our pack and we definitely don’t insult women.” Harry growled, his Alpha aura swirling around asking his pack to submit to him. Tom looked like he wanted to argue, but kept quiet at his Alpha’s words.

"What's your problem? It's not like I was even talking to you." Tom stepped up, sensing that that was his cue. "No you're right." He said and placed his hand on Tate's heaving shoulder. And Tate stepped back, letting him take his place. "It was me you were talking to." With force, he took Harold by the neck and pushed him to the sandy ground. He grunted again as his knees hit the ground. "Do you want to back those words up with action? You want to say stuff like that and bring my mother into it?" He got back on his feet and Tom, with still quite the force, kicked him to the ground again, this time he landed on his ass with another grunt. "Come on Bad Mouth Harold, you're not just going to le

I approach, trying not to laugh at Bellamy’s disturbed looking expression. “Hi Harry. Uhm, what’s going on here?” I ask. Even I can hear the amusement in my own voice. “It’s male bonding!” Harry declares. He says it seriously but I can see the mischief in his eyes. “You’re here for… male bonding?” I repeat doubtfully. Harry winks at me and nods.

Summer asked mockingly. Harry looked at Summer with a blank expression. Then, he slowly turned around, staring at the tombstone on the side. Harry never saw the words on the tombstone so clearly until this moment. And finally, he saw the name written on it—'Summer Gerhold'! "You want to marry Nathan?!" Harry was in total disbelief. "No, I'm already married to Nathan," Summer corrected him. "You married a dead mean?! Summer, what the hell are you thinking?!" Harry said, panic in his voice. There was a hint of fear that he had not even noticed.

"Same as always." "Did you get bullied?" She arched her eyebrow at him. "You know I can beat a bully without using my fist—" "Yeah, right," Tom rolled his eyes. "Where are my manners? Harry, meet Tiana. Tiana, Harry." Harry raised a fist with the index and middle finger out, facing her. She nodded in curiosity, slowly. "But," she began, "that's impossible!" "What's impossible?" Harry asked. "Tom has a friend? No way!"

After hesitating for a while, Harry walked out of the operating theater. Larry walked up anxiously and asked, “Doctor Harry, how is Frog now?” Harry lowered his head and did not know what to say. He cleared his throat and asked, “Well, where is Thomas now?” “Thomas? Doctor Harry, why are you asking for Thomas?” “You just have to tell me where Thomas is now.” “Ermm… Thomas was still at the training site.” “Got it. I know what to do.”