Mal And Harry Novels & Stories

Then they turned it around on us. "What about you two?" Big Mike asked, pointing between me and Harry. "How long have you worked together?" "Today is literally my first day," Harry said. "You’re doing great. Soon you’d be like our superhero princess! Listen to her ok, if you don't will make sure you do” Mike warned him jokingly. Superhero princess? Not bad. Harry's phone rang interrupting the talk. Harry looked like he was about to enter the ground as he picked and I looked at him apologetic knowing it was his mom yet again.

I shouted, standing firmly, holding my ground. Marlon pushed him, my right leg fulfilling it's perfect purpose of tripping him, bringing him over me and threw him to the ground but I went along with him as he insisted on his firm grip on my hair. Once on the ground, the grip loosened and I quickly freed myself getting up and stepped on his arm. "Let's talk then!" "We'll just leave you two." Marlon said, shoving Mark out, him following behind and closing the door on his way out.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

Almera’s face reflected the indignation she felt even though she held her temper in check, owing to her upbringing and court etiquette. “Watch dogs are more than enough to chase weasels and foxes of our land…” Harry’s voice boomed from the entrance; he walked in with an air of sloppy arrogance from his yester years along with Matthew who had a ruffian, yet indifferent aura and Martin who had his heart on his sleeve, his face red with anger. Harry didn’t have his usual persona; He had shed his usual friendly farmer façade that he had worn for more than a decade and continued with a snort “That’s what we do on the farm…”

she muttered. The knocking grew louder, more insistent. Olivia came down stairs, her curiosity piqued. “Mom, don’t open it,” Olivia whispered, her voice shaky. Her mother hesitated but ignored her daughter’s warning, unlocking the door. Three men in dark suits stood on the entrance, their faces unreadable. Behind them, the black SUV’s headlights cast a glow on the driveway. “Mrs. Harper?” the tallest of the men asked, his voice calm yet chilling. “Yes?” her mother replied, her voice trembling.

Although he was right by addressing the visit as unpleasant because he had never up till this moment, had a pleasant conversation with Harry. “I see your workouts have been quite productive.” Harry mocked “keep it up and you could be in the championships next year.” The two men burst into laughter and when they noticed it upset Octavio very much, they stopped. He hated being the object of ridicule. “What do you want?” he asked rudely. “I’m detective Jim” one of the men with Harry introduced himself “and my partner detective Mills.” “I can see that. You guys are not that difficult to identify” Octavio said casually “I asked what you guys wanted with me. Am I in any sort of trouble?”

But these are just assumptions, as nobody knows what Harry's pastime is after a hard day's work. Behind the serious profile of the imposing Harry, there is a great weakness that nobody knows about, as he has kept his private life secret for years, saying that oil and water don't mix. His egocentric, cold, and responsible personality is respected in society as one of his attributes. However, at night, his daring and dark side comes to light when one of the employees at the mall discovers the great secret of her boss. Alexandra Morin is the girl who drives the unbreakable Harry Green crazy the moment she enters as a new user of the "Hidden Pleasures" app.

"He knows everything about my parents' death." Malakai reached for her hand, kissing her knuckle. "Don't you worry about anything, darling. Dealing with psychopaths like him is our specialty." Harper's eyes went wide. "L?" He smiled. "Malakai is here too. We're co-fronting." She blinked. Co-fronting? She really needed to study more about his disorder. Malakai/L turned away, glancing out the window with a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't be scared, Harper. You've got a whole army behind you. You just haven't used them yet. For the rest of today, I want you to get everything off your mind. You've been through a lot. Think of it as a resting period before war."

Harry said. "Now that's trouble, what are we going to do about this?" I asked Harry. "I don't know man, honestly I don't know," Harry said while running his hands through his head a few times. I stood still watching from Harry to Mel, and I kind of got an odd feeling that what I see is not everything, and Molis Rick's words came playing in my head like a broken record. "It's the person you least expect it to be," he had said and even though I never expected it to be Mel, I kinda get an eery feeling that Molis Rick was also talking about someone else.

A chill ran down Harry’s spine as he mentally chewed on the information of who was standing right in front of him…the very same man who was probably the one who had murdered his father and killed his dog. “Come on, man. Say something. You’re in the presence of a celebrity!” Malek said, chuckling freely. “I know your dad is dead and all, but come on…” He wiggled his brows, a crazy look in his eyes. “You’re sick!” Harry spat at him, the reminder that his father, who was the only family he had left, had just been murdered by this psychopath. “What the f*ck is wrong with you?!” Tears burned his eyes and threatened to fall.