Hannibal Harris Novels & Stories

I screamed. After a long pause, he remarked in a straightforward manner, "The war has begun!" The beat in my heart skipped a few times. Where can I find Harris? I understood what he was getting at. My attention was completely concentrated on Harris. Because Noah would never talk to me about the war, I had a suspicion that something bad had happened to him. The fact that he wouldn't tell me where Harris was just added to the tension. To take revenge, Harris attacked his mother, but Damon was able to apprehend him, and he is currently being tortured by him. I did everything I could to help him, but Damon has grown even more powerful than he was before. Harris has stands no chance in front of h

deep down, I never wanted to go home again. Was it even my home? "I'm sorry, Quinn, but I can't leave you with him. We owe Mickey and our debt was paid until he saw you. You're young and you're most definitely his type but we refuse to give him what he wants so he will take it," Danny sounded frantic again, "you don't know Mickey. He's a dangerous man." "Who is he?" I asked, blinking away my tears as much as I could. "He's a Made man and a few years ago he took up being the head of the mafioso," Gunnar replied, rounding his desk to stand at my side.

Diana angrily spoke, echoing the frustration permeating the entire team. "The whole station was on the operation. We gave her space to take everything," Lieutenant Rivera continued, highlighting the tactical miscalculation that led to the setback. "How are you sure it was Gabriella who took the drugs, Lieutenant Rivera?" Wallace urged, questioning the assumptions underlying their pursuit. "Sorry, Detective, but Gabriela is the only silent drug dealer we know. She never kills. If it was Sergio Casadas, every officer at the station would be dead," chided Rivera confidently, providing insight into their profiling of the elusive criminal.

Am I afraid… fascinated… both? The stranger was slightly taller than Arga the fake O'Brien, and his face… I don't know what will I say. When I saw him, my mind suddenly focused on Kim Taehyung aka V BTS. However, at the same time, I know the man behind Arga is not V. One thing that makes the person different: there is a scar line on his cheek. “You're now grown become a big girl, huh?” said the stranger. His voice was heavy; really reminds me of V the C.G.V person.

I stammered, trying to breathe. He chuckled, shaking his head, "I didn't kill someone, Nastassia, I killed people. Plural. Now, you know why you're here." I straightened up, trying to create some distance between us but he watched me, seeming amused before he looked at what was left of my cereal and casually finished the rest of it himself. I watched as he diligently cleaned the bowl, "I hate waste," he said with a frown as he placed the bowl back onto the tray before bringing out a few pills in his palm and handing them to me, "pain killers," he told me as he held out a bottle of water.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

He announced panicking. I heaved a loud sigh, “Is it Rylan? What has he done again?” “ummm… It's about Dylan!!” I turned immediately, my face expression changed. I pulled him on his shoulders, “What happened to my son? Is he safe?” “He is safe Madam,” His voice low. “Then what is it?” “He..he..Just…” Hanni stuttered. “Can you please talk!!!!” “He gambled on Harris technology and Harris eastern mansion. And the two have been taken by the winner.” He replied, in a low tone.

"Thank God the expiry date is ten years long" Walking towards me again, he sat beside me and started opening the ointment when I snatched it from him. "What happened? Let me apply it", he said, gaping at me. "Shhh...", I placed my finger on my lips, enlarging my eyes. "Show me your hands" "My hands are fine. These light injuries can't affect me. I'm......" "I'm Abraham Harris, the mafia boss. I don't get hurt", I mimicked him, making a dirty look as he cracked up.

The NHPD had been attacked, my colleagues, Kyle, they were all in danger and I'd been sitting here safe and protected while they were fighting for their lives. Cassien furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth like he was going to say something else when Elias stepped forward, his face serious but not weighed down with guilt, more matter-of-fact than remorseful, "Harris is gone," he said quietly, "we think he was the one who gave them the leak in the first place."

His obsession was no longer abstract, it had taken root in every thought and every heartbeat. Across the city, one of his operatives, a lean man named Harris, crouched behind a corner, binoculars in hand. “Target spotted,” he murmured into a hidden mic. “Senator Hart leaving the community center. Alone, heading east.” Nathaniel’s lips curled into a thin, cruel smile. The image of Isla walking briskly, oblivious to the shadows trailing her, ignited a dark thrill. “Follow her. Every step. I want everything,” he said, voice low, venomous. “And… keep an eye on that Alexander Langston. He must not interfere.”