Horrible Harry In Room 2b 소설 & 이야기

Harry said mischievously. “Follow me, I need to show you something,”he said as he picked their clothes. Tamara could not make out where she was being taken. She followed him to the basement and upon arrival she noticed that there was a door which had a biometric security. Harry placed his index finger in the biometric and it unlocked. Harry looked at Tamara and told her to get in. She did not give it any more thought and walked in. The room had sensor lights. They light upon entering and Harry locked the room behind them. Tamara was amazed at all the sexy things that were in the room.

Cheap but clean, discreet enough that supernatural activity can take place without drawing human attention. Room twelve is in the corner on the second floor over the parking lot. I stand in the hall for a minute, my heart performing something odd in my chest. Stupid. Dangerous. I should just go back down to pack territory and act like I never met him. Instead of which, I knock. The door opens almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting just behind it. "Zara." Harry's face crinkles into a happy smile. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

The dull ache in my temples only increased when the guard opened the door to my new room, waving me inside with a stony face. The room was small. There was little furniture save for the wooden beds and the small ugly dresser at the edge of the room. The round, blue-tinted windows opened to a depressing view of the dark castle with its slick black walls and fire pits littering the foyer. “Thank you, Hagrid,” Bella’s voice whispered behind me and I held my breath, catching her hard orange-brown eyes as her feline face sharpened in the yellow light of the room. The door closed with a heavy thud behind us and silence twitched in the air between us.

The door suddenly opened again. I didn’t bother to get up, just turned my face toward the bright light coming from the hallway. With his hands in his pockets, Harry entered the room, looking at me with complete contempt in his eyes. The scar on his eyebrow stood out in the dim light of the VIP room. He glanced around, as if ensuring no one else was there with me.

- she says taking a seat on the armchair. “Okay” - I say sitting in front of her. “Where is the girl?” - Mother asks “The girl?” - I ask not believing how my mother can be so disrespectful. “You know exactly who I am talking about Harry” - Mother says with venom “She is in the bathroom” - I reply “Tell her to leave, we need to talk” “No, I’m not doing that. This is her room as well, why would I do that?” “Because I am telling you Harry Edward Payne” - mother says and I take a deep breath.

He said. “ I am here to work and I should get to work. “ Let me take you to your room” He says. He led us to the kids bedroom, my kids rushes into the first room, I step in and look around the bedroom. It was beautifully decorated with Blue paint. The kids has a study table set apart, a library a beautiful bed and lots of beautiful paintings for kids on the wall. “Is this our room? Harry asked. “ One of you can have that,you have separate rooms”

William pointed to a room. Harry rushed to enter the room. A foul smell hit Harry as soon as he opened the door. He couldn't help covering his nose. But the scene inside was what made his stomach churn. There were mountains of takeout boxes inside the room. The foul stench must also be due to the takeouts. It was the dead of winter. Yet, there were barely any warm blankets on the bed. Only a few ragged clothes were scattered on it. "Is this what you usually feed Felix?" Harry pointed at the takeout boxes.

The nurse was a bit bewildered, then slowly showed him the direction, "Take the elevator to the floor below, turn right." "Thanks." Harry quickly expressed his gratitude and hurried away. At the morgue, Harry pushed the door open and entered. The room was cold with only a little dim electric light, surrounded by tall closed iron cabinets, with only a hospital bed placed in the middle of the space. It seemed like the body had recently arrived. Harry trembled as he approached, his eyes a mix of emptiness and extreme pain. Muttering to himself, he said, "It's ... Not her, not her."

The once-white door, now stained with blood and years of rot, was the only thing separating me from my nightmares. My fingers wrapped around the handle, the door squeaking as I twisted it and pushed it open. "Fucking hell." I hissed as I looked at the scene before me. Winston was sitting in a chair in the centre of the room, his bare tattooed chest covered in blood. His onyx hair was equally drenched in the blood of his victims. Bodies scattered around him; he truly was a thing of nightmares. Winston's eyes locked on me, nothing but murderous intent filling them as a sadistic smile etched its way across his face.

Roden bargained with respect. "Nope, let me go over there." Harry walked towards the training hall which was in a building not far from the packhouse. The pack members' physical training ground. He arrived there and found the room very crowded. What on earth is making the crowd gathered here? In the crowd he saw Kennedy was going crazy ... She took and tore up all the training posters. What the? "Stop! Kennedy! Are you crazy?" Harry snapped. Kennedy turned to the Beta, the woman's face flushed with bloodshot eyes. She looked like she had been crying. She then threw all the posters She had torn off with sharp nails towards Beta.