Dr Harrison Wells Novels & Stories

"I hope not." He leaned against my desk. "You still looking into those missing persons files?" "I never stopped." "You know they're officially closed." He confirmed. "I know." "And unofficially?" I met his eyes. "They're not." Harris smiled knowingly. "Thought so." He walked away without another word. I appreciated that about him. He understood boundaries. ... By noon I had interviewed two witnesses, reviewed surveillance footage from a robbery case, and signed enough paperwork to qualify for permanent wrist pain, normal police work, necessary and mind-numbing.

As the beta, he takes every member of this pack as his and especially the warriors because he works closer to them, even closer than me. I took the turn to head to Dr. Harrison’s office, feeling peaceful for the short time alone. He will take me to see Jameson, just so I can get that over with then I can do the rounds and check all the people that got admitted today. Thankfully, no children were injured. “Good evening, alpha.” Dr. Harrison greeted, getting to his feet. He was in his mid-twenties at most, his mother was human and I needed to ask him something before we left. “You’re in luck because he just woke up.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice emerged hoarse and uncertain as if the words were caught somewhere between his thoughts and his throat. The man seemed to relax slightly upon seeing that Dean was fully awake. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his voice softened as he spoke, "Good morning, Mr. Harrison." His tone carried no trace of displeasure, only a calm and composed clarity. "My name is Melvin Parker, though you can call me Dr. Parker. I’ve been hired by Mr. Hansley as your psychological consultant." Dean's brow furrowed slightly as a surge of unease rippled through his mind. He didn’t respond immediately, instead scrutinizing the man before him with a wary,

Hazel smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Harrison. I am Hazel from HAB. I would like to talk to you, is that okay?" She and Martha had waited for Harrison for an entire afternoon, but eventually, when Martha went out to buy water, she saw Harrison leaving through the back door. So they followed him in desperation, as time waits for no one. Harrison squinted his eyes, feeling a bit annoyed. He had been hiding all day, and finally came out, only to be chased down by Hazel. Harrison turned to look at Hazel, and his gaze, which was blatantly sizing her up, became increasingly deep.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

But it's like all I said fell on deaf ears. Why the sudden change of mind.” He asked anyway. “It's none of your business. You either want my help or not.” I spat about hanging up when he stopped me. “Let's meet in person and talk about it or scratch that. I'll call you back so we can discuss it more.” He hung up, his tone so lively. Earlier before the Italy trip He had approached me and introduced himself as Harrison Wells and he would need my help as he saw that I am an intelligent woman who wouldn't let an opportunity pass her.

“I meant no harm, sir. It’s just… people talk.” “People talk too much,” Alexander shot back. His eyes bore into Harrison, as if daring him to say anything further. When the archivist remained silent, Alexander waved a dismissive hand. “You’re dismissed.” Harrison didn’t argue. He bowed slightly and left the office, shutting the door behind him. Alone now, Alexander turned back to the documents, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He flipped through the pages, scanning each line, each date, each transaction. The more he read, the clearer it became, Wells Enterprises had truly been played.

Harrison stepped out from the guest bathroom, grabbed a towel from the stand, and dried his hands. "What are we talking about?" he asked playfully. "Harry, Stefan asked his proxy to kick me out. I didn’t know he was this ungrateful," the man reported. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Dorothy appeared, looking confused at the unfamiliar faces. She didn’t know Stefan had friends. "Look who’s joined us," Harrison smiled, nodding towards Dorothy. "Hi, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Harrison Berlymore, a professional medical doctor with all my licenses completed," he said proudly.

“Mr. Willow! Raina! You’re here!” Briar gave a small nod and withdrew his hand. His gaze swept slowly across the crowd as he said in a calm, cool voice, “This gentleman, Dr. Ian Hartwell, is an infectious disease expert I personally invited from the capital. He is also the youngest PhD advisor in the field of infectious diseases. So tell me—are you questioning my decision, or do you have a problem with Dr. Hartwell?” “W-What?! He’s Ian Hartwell?!” “That can’t be! The medical prodigy who performed his first surgery at twelve and proposed a new theory on disease transmission…”

My eyes burn with the bitter taste of betrayal as I gaze upon the boardroom full of traitors. The lies reeking up the boardroom would never be camouflaged with inane cologne, at least not to a sensitive nose. "A vote of no confidence?" I kept my voice smooth though my wolf clawed beneath the skin. "Great timing, Harrison? Harrison Wells wouldn't meet my eyes. The silver-haired corporate veteran's hand shook slightly as he shuffled his papers, and he reeked of Amelia's signature perfume.