After Hardin Novels & Stories

Miss Goodwin said in a rush, probably the smell of the joint. “Well, if you guys want to stay and observe, you are more than welcome, but I’m going home.” Miss Goodwin said to Emily, Linda and the guy hanging on her lips with another dude. “No, I think I will have an early night as well,” Emily said and smiled at Linda, who was begging her to stay.

“Harder! Ruin this pussy!” Alex fucked me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my clit with every powerful stroke. He reached around and rubbed my swollen nub in tight circles, sending me spiraling into a second, even stronger orgasm. My walls fluttered and spasmed around his thick cock as pleasure ripped through me, making my vision blur.

A smile bloomed on my face. "Fine. Then this is goodbye, Damien." ... "You finally came to your senses?" Leo's voice crackled through the encrypted line, buzzing with excitement. "Four years, Elara. You're finally ditching the asshole who was too ashamed to claim you, and putting the family first." "Julian Moretti's a good man," Leo went on. "A thousand times better than that coward hiding in the shadows." My knuckles were white on the phone. If only he knew that 'bastard' was his most trusted man. I'd love to see the look on his face.

The Subordinate smile knowing no one is willing to take that risk “Let the bidding begin!” “Ten thousand pesos” “Fifteen Thousand pesos” “Thirty thousand pesos” “Fifty thousand pesos” While the bidding was going on. There was a man somewhere in the dark corner, blue eyes, dark hair, straight nose, dark aura, no emotions, straight face, tall and tanned skin, he sat confidently watching the scene “And the highest bidder is……200 thousand pesos!” The Subordinate announced, just as the highest bidder was about to stand up

Even seeing her name on the stone caused a piercing pain in my heart, and I knew I could not keep back my tears since Anna was the finest thing that had happened to me. 'I am sorry I never returned after your burial Anna, life has been so hard and the thought of losing you haunts me every day, I know things would have been different if you were still alive and I would probably be a better person, but now that pain has added to my cold and I am never going to change from being a beast,' I said, fighting back tears that were about to flow. “Boss, take it easy." "David, please wait for me in the car.”

A figure stood in front of a window gazing at the empty and dark street of L.A, she had no idea how long she had been standing over there but it was getting late.. Hardin left home earlier this morning and hadn't returned since then, they weren't always on good terms but that didn't stop her from worrying about his safety. It escaped her mind every single time to ask him about the nature of his job, this was infact the first time he had stayed out this late..

Hardin said “ She is not supposed to be hurting , it's business .” Casper said “, Whatever , I'll be leaving . Take care of yourself and don't do anything stupid.”Hardin said leaving Nobody understands him , he betrayed his wife and unborn child . But he has feelings for Emily and he can't deny it . He needed a plan because Ryan wasn't going to stop anytime soon , maybe his mother was right , he wouldn't oppose his mother bringing Emily back at least for her safety. He can't let another person die at his expense especially Emily .

She continued, her voice lower, "The week after Lisa died, Hardy went through a really nasty habit. But even if it thankfully went on for just a week, It was really bad. Hardy had always known how to hold his liquor, but during that week, he felt helpless, so he started drinking crazily, non-stop. He had this inner constructing anger eating him away; he came up with the rule of everyone calling him Master. No maid was allowed to leave; he almost bought everyone’s rights. He would sleep around with different ladies and pay them half a lifetime fortune, and he mostly slept with girls that seemed a bit like Lisa. Golden brown hair, almost seven feet. It went on, and it was destroying him. Lucki

GUNNAR I was livid as I watched Eddie and Mickey leave the room. All I could see was red, enraged by what I had just heard. I hated losing. Whether it be in my day job or this, losing never sat well with me. My father didn't raise a failure and yet all I seemed to be doing recently was failing, all thanks to the Harper fucking name. My arm burned as it tightened around her. The mere sight of her had my blood simmering.

The undead horse collapsed into a heap of dry bone and pale dust, blowing away in a sudden, violent gale that erupted from the south. Killian stood frozen at the edge of the precipice, his amber eyes fixed on the bruised, purple sky expanding across the southern horizon. The heat of his radiant arm burned bright, but for the first time since we had sealed the deep, his broad shoulders were tense with a dark, terrible realization. We had won our home. We had freed our people. But in breaking our chains, we had unsealed the world.