They're Lesbians Harold Novels & Stories

Alex leaned closer, placing a hand over his bandaged shoulder, “You had nothing to do with that do you?” Harold started to tremble, his lips quivering as his bladder gave away. The stench of urine filled the air, Alex’s nose twitched as his eyes narrowed to the end of the bed which had been spiked—-amused, and pathetic to say the least. “A man who fears death himself shouldn’t be leader,” He whispered into the ears of the trembling man, exerting a bit of pressure on the wound which made Harold wince loudly in pain, “You should have know that before you came to my home, insulting my wife and my mother. You are no Don, Harold. You are a pussy.”

Father Martins asked him. "I loved you. I cared more about you than my stupid ambition." Harold yelled. "I'm sorry. I didn't really think. I have missed you." Father Martins said. Instantly, I heard a little scuffle and I snuck away. I could not believe my ears. Just the other day, I was in the library doing my research on werewolves with gay mates. I had not been able to find anything, only for me to figure out that Harold had been gay.

Harold's heart was beginning to thump hard and he tried remembering a ‘Catherine’—Any at all, but it was either his memory was failing him or Derek was trying to get into his head before the contest so that he wasn't a hundred percent. He only knew Trisha, and Wilkes, and Chloe, too, if acquaintances were included. “Who's the ‘he’?” Harold asked again. Harold thought he saw Derek's eyes get wet with tears and his lips tremble before parting them to speak. “He is...”

I saw it when our other accomplices were starting to spread the virus all over the place. "Who's Harold here again?" I asked, lost in my mind who it was, but the name was familiar. "He is a scientist of our association, Sheena. Have you forgotten? They work together with Leo and Eireen," he said. I was wondering where I saw the Harold he was referring to. I just shook my head at what he said because I really don't remember anything. He held out my hand to him, and I gave him mine.

Persephone cried. She could hear another heavy breathing and the thumping of heart as quickly as her own. In the deep silence, right in front of her eyes, a radiant face revealed itself, first the elegant narrow jaw then the proud cheekbones and the pair of shimmering eyes as black as the river Styx. Silken strands of raven hair unraveled and flowed heavily over a set of slender shoulders. Hades finally appeared from the dark as she removed the Helm of Invisibility from her head. Persephone gasped at the sight of the goddess and she quickly backed herself away in fright.

Harold explained to Queen Isabella as he briefly glanced at Selene on the floor and the big man, whom he believed to have not seen before. “Okay, Harold. Thank you,” Isabella replied nervously. "That will be all. Have a beautiful night's rest, my queen," Harold bowed deeply as he quietly left the room. Isabella knew more than anyone that her secrets would be exposed if Harold reported what happened here to his Alpha. “Go back,” Isabella said, facing the giant man. The man bows his head deeply as he leaves the room. Selene didn't care about anything; she wanted to hear that voice again. She wants to confirm if she wasn't daydreaming.

“Stop this idiocy immediately!” But Harold was grinning smugly. “The world is a better place without them, don’t you think so, Jerry? I’m almost done.” Jerry stared bewildered at the poor woman, whose face was swollen in bright, fierce red. His grip on the King refused to budge too. “She’s got a way. I’m telling to stop and listen to her!” “We can’t listen to traitors, Jerry. Especially when that traitor is a woman.” Harold returned to the woman who was strained like a wringed rag. “If she went according to plan and kept Juliette away from the board, none of this would happen.”

"Ah, you gonna tell me some American mumbo jumbo. I don't suffer Christians lightly." "There are more things on God's green earth than Christians… this is just superstition." She fingered her cross. "Where I come from, in the mountain hollers, one never knows when they'll meet a devil on their way to find an eagle feather," Rose jazzed, winking, then flipped her hair like a damsel far from distress. Ambrosio laughed, undoing his long black ponytail. His golden skin, amber eyes, and tribal outfit were inviting, enticing – but Rose liked the thought of the queen better.

The formidable Alpha, his golden eyes wide with dread, looked as though he had been robbed of a piece of his soul. At his side, Selena, puzzled on her hospital bed, prodded, "Harold, what's with you? You're as white as a ghost." Harold shot to his feet. "I can't feel Anita anymore." Selena's irritation flared. "You're here with me, and you're still hung up on Anita? She didn't even have an inner wolf—of course you couldn't feel her. She was just too weak." As Harold moved to leave, Selena clung to him from behind. "Nothing's going to happen to Anita. But look at me—I got hurt saving you."

She'd stuck with it ever since. Harper hardly ever showed up. She always came running in late to training. Her reason was she had to redo her eyeliners or her entire makeup. Her hair needed to be braided in Elsa's style or must be in nice loose waves but she couldn't find her curling iron or the right foundation. Too flustered and panicky about how she looked to concentrate on the game. Harper had wanted to be in the coed team where she could play with boys, but she was too late to register in time. That was why she'd ended up in a Reject.