Dr Harrison Wells Novels & Stories

"Yes. How is she? Is she—" "Let's sit down." "I don't want to sit down. I want to know if my wife is alive." Dr. Harrison's expression was unreadable. Carefully neutral. The kind of face doctors learned to make when delivering news that could destroy people. My heart stopped. "Mr. Sterling," he said. "About your wife—"

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep. I had just got to the diner and clocked in; Helping Amelia get the place ready to open, starting up some pots of coffee and making sure the dining area was clean and tidy. I make sure to unlock the doors and light up our open sign in the window. As I got behind the counter to put on my apron, my heart sinks to my stomach. Alpha Wyatt comes walking into the diner, ignoring him until I stopped in my tracks, his overpowering cologne flooding my nose. His smell took hold over me before I could even stop myself from turning around.

"It's just a charity pin, Mr. Blackstone. Now please, help me convince your wife to…" "What was the name of the facility?" I interrupted. "Where you worked with Victoria?" Dr. Harrison's expression didn't change. "I've never worked with anyone named Victoria. I've been at Memorial for fifteen years. Before that, Johns Hopkins. My credentials are impeccable and easily verified." "He's lying!" Ava cried. "I saw him at Willowbrook! I saw.."

"Harrison Wells was the deciding vote. He sent me a note that said — he said that accountability demonstrated was worth more than a reputation maintained. I've read that note approximately forty times." "Harrison Wells is a perceptive man," I said. "Yes," Ethan said. "I should have listened to him years ago." A beat. "Bella. I hope — I hope the work you're doing, the research position — I hope it becomes everything the other thing would have been. I hope it's bigger, actually. I hope it's larger than what you set down." I looked at Dr. Webb's notes on the desk in front of me. At the project on medically unexplained fertility diagnoses. At the particular convergence of my scientific training

"Who knew the Parker kid would be the one to finally crack the ice?" There was a guest lecture by a world-renowned neural-link expert, Dr. Daniel Harris, at the Valerian Medical Academy that morning. I got there early to snag a seat in the front row. When the talk ended at 11:30, I bolted for the exit. I needed to catch Dr. Harris before he left; I had a question about the kinetic core that only a neurologist could answer. I followed his entourage toward the admin building and stopped short.

Dr Harrison said as he finished up with his paperwork. Dr Harrison was a fifty-four-year-old doctor who had been working with Tony even when he was in New York. He was one of the oldest in the hospital and was like a father to most of the employees. He was also one of the kindest so, Lily knew not to be afraid. She wasn’t expecting him to let her off the hook though. She knew she was wrong and was ready to face the consequences of her actions. “I heard about what happened, Lily.” Dr Harrison started and took off his glasses.

He’s back to his old self <3 “Dr. Harris,” I say out loud and open a G****e search. Well, shit. The hot guy from the feed store is Dr. Jacob Harris, DVM...and according to this article, he’s the only equine vet in the area.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.