Hannibal Harris Novels & Stories

"Ok no rushing I need you here in one piece" "All right" they hang up and Tan continues to wait. Trying to get Sarah Stiles out of his head Harris thinks about Tan. Tanner Milton, just the thought of his name makes Harris smile, the way Tan calls him Harry, Harris has not felt like he did last night in a while. The only person that was ever able to throw Harris out of his element like that was Sarah. Sarah was the one, he knew it, but there are people who use their power selfishly, and Sarah was selfish. She knew her hold over Harris, he fell for her and promised himself to do whatever it took to never be with someone like Sarah Stiles again.

I appreciated him getting everyone on track. "I'll tell you a fact. Drystan Merikh was no better than Reed. He had Tarlo blood, and it was rotten." Elder Harris was the youngest of the elders, and it was well known he hated Reed Tarlo. I heard whispers that his grandson was one of the kidnap victims that didn't return. No one dared to reprimand the surly man. His mouth was twisted in a snarl, but he had the saddest brown eyes. "Helpful facts would be best." Sydney gave Harris a sympathetic smile.

Unfortunately, that is going to be the smoking gun against their parents who they were so smart to put at the top of the list: Victoria and Julio Reza-head of the cartel. It’s so funny they made it almost like a family tree because they added themselves onto the list as well: Noah and Caleb- second in line-sons of Victoria and Julio Reza. When Dennis Blackman sat down with all of us at the church after the trial was over telling us all of this I just couldn’t help but start laughing so hard I was crying. Noah and Caleb had actually helped the FBI bring down their own family without even realizing it.

“Hah… Abel will never lose.” “Not necessarily.” Garth laughed. He said, “This fighter I found is named Lecter. He used to be a mercenary in a war-torn country. His hands are covered with blood. I’ll let you in on a secret. As there was no food during the war, this guy ate human flesh for more than a month to survive. So he has a nickname, ‘Hannibal Lecter’.” After saying that, Garth became a little maniacal. He said, “Have you guys ever heard of anyone reaching Transcendence through eating human beings’ flesh?”

Something seems even more off now. If the Harris that Reid knew was an Alpha, then who the hell is the Harris that Rebel knows? What happened to the real Harris? Or is this the real Harris afterall? If this is in the medical records, then the councilman knows, which is why he seemed more angry then he did before the Luna Ceremony. “Dr. Hadley, you are sure there is no trace of beta blood in Rebel’s bloodwork?”

came the muffled reply. Leonardo checked the peephole and relaxed slightly. He unlocked the door and opened it. Harris stood there, pale and sweating. "Harris," Leonardo said, stepping back to let him in. Harris didn’t move. His eyes were wide, unfocused. "Harris?" Leonardo repeated. Harris’s lips moved without sound. Leonardo stepped closer. Harris swayed, then collapsed forward. Leonardo caught him—and that’s when we saw the red light blinking on his back. A bomb.

Harris suddenly had some admiration for Nathaniel. This is so f*cking awesome. You're even immune to this thing. I think you're the only person with this in the world. No. Mr. Abbott also has Golden Lancehead Venom in his body. Bettany's words reminded Nathaniel of something. He quickly called Maverick. There's something I need your help with. Alright.

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

Hunter pouted. "Yes, we can't leave them here alone," Wynter rolled her eyes. "Okay, we are all ready, but where is Harris?" Sabrina sighed, looking at her wristwatch. "I too am ready!" a thick voice came from the staircase. A very handsome Harris, with his massive 6'4" height, was descending the stairs dressed in a crisp black suit, and his hair gelled to perfection. He looked no less than a supermodel. Even though Harris was just 19 years old, anyone could confuse him for a 24-year-old man, and his physique and facial structure contributed to the aura he had built around himself. Standing next to his mother, they looked like a couple because of her petite figure.