Novel & Cerita Remus Harry

Intro... Remus Everything was perfect but somehow I felt like something was missing, something that I didn't know. I am Remus Scofield, a multi-billionaire, I could get everything I want, every single thing in just one snap of my fingers, I run a lot of businesses in this city, I could do everything I want but I knew something was missing, yes, and I think it was my mate. I am a werewolf, from a royal pack, an Alpha that was trapped in the world of humans, I wasn't able to go back to my pack... not yet; definitely not now.

Harry said, walking away from them and entering his Nissan GT-R50. “Good move there." Yasmine winked at Gemila the moment Harry zoomed off. “Hey ladies," Charles called their attention. “I'm sorry about my buddy Harry there, he can be... something." “Thats alright, we'll be leaving now." Yasmine said and was about walking away- “Wait, can I speak to your friend a bit? It won't take long." Yasmine exchanged looks with Gemila and she nodded in approval. . . . LITTLE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC-NEW YORK

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

I admitted. Then I quickly added, “Now please, put some clothes on. This never happened. We get home, and Demarion never has to hear about any of this. Understood?” “Understood,” My wolf replied lightly. *Harry's point of view* I turned the corner, a slow smile spreading across my face. My heart was still racing from everything that had just happened, but this… this was working better than I expected. I pulled out my phone and tapped speed dial three. It did not even ring twice.

Demir was staring at Harry through the mirror and for him he could not even figure out what exactly happen, all he could ever hear now was his fast heartbeat. “Come on, speak Harry, my mind is already a mess.” Demir screamed out loud as he hit the front seat of the car. “I don’t know if I have the right to say this but you won’t believe what exactly happen when you were comatose.” Harry stated in a calm tone of his voice. “Damn it! You are my butler since I was young and now you are telling me this bullshit! Take me to the office!” “You are not the CEO of Krumpus anymore.”

His voice seemed a little closer now and I can tell easily that he is walking towards where we were. “We have been looking everywhere for you!” He adds. I bite my lower lip as I hear Harry respond, “I’m so sorry Jordan. By the way, I want you to meet America, she was the one who made everything of this possible.” I smiled and greeted, “Hi.” I chirped. “It’s so wonderful to meet you. I’m Jordan.” Jordan responds as I feel his warm hand shaking mine. “I am Harry’s other assistant.” “It’s an honour to meet you.” I replied as I feel him pulling his hand away from mine.

I overheard Harry and Roger's conversation outside the private room and learned that Harry was the band's drummer, always wearing sunglasses and a hat, and few people had seen his true face. "Ryan, how did you know? Were you eavesdropping?" Harry's remark hinted at a lot; he must have known about my werewolf identity. "With such good looks, shouldn't you be a star? And hanging out with the Shanhai band's manager, could it be someone from the other band?" I sarcastically muttered some nonsense.

he stretched his hands to stretch for a handshake, which Harry ignored reflexively and cursed himself a minute later for doing that. "Morning," he replied to the man who took a seat opposite him. "I may have to formally introduce myself," he said. "I'm Romeo." "Harry. Harry Lincoln." He responded curtly, hoping they could just skip formalities and move on to the important business. "Mr. Harry, you contacted our agency and thereby requested to be a spy. Am I correct?" "Yes," Harry responded. "I just wanted to be sure that I was sitting with the right person." He explained, "So over to business. I'm aware that you were informed about our policy."

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.

“Rhett. We’re… Well, I think we’re related.” “Well, this is interesting,” Harry drawled. “But let’s keep the family reunion quick as, no doubt, the gunfire will attract company soon enough. Where’s Connery?” “Right here,” Connery pushed past the two werewolves and stepped up to Meguitte, cupping her face in his hands. “Meguitte,” he said softly, his thumb stroking over her bottom lip. “It is good to see you.” “Yeah, yeah,” Harry nudged him. “Save the romance for later, Romeo. Distraction now.”