Hardin From After Novels & Stories

the guy cried, as he raised the gun again. I saw the indecision on his face fade as he made up his mind to shoot. His face hardened, and his jaw tightened. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger on my assault rifle. The shot smashed the window in the building opposite me, shattering glass everywhere. The glass hit the floor a second before the guy's dead body did.

Eric closes her lids and lays her on the floor. I screamed as I checked on Anthony to see if he was injured and his upper leg was also sliced. I quickly ripped my sleeves and wrapped them on his leg to stop his bleeding. Eric walked over to us and sprayed some liquid on him, putting him to sleep as his wailing was now uncontrollable from the pain. She grabbed the hologram screen and typed in more commands to show which exit we could take. She closes her eyes, seeing the people getting massacred by the general's army.

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

In a voice so soft that only he seemed to be able to hear, he said, "You wouldn't get it even if I said something. "The Hardin family aren't as simple as they look. Even if Elijah is holding Uriah down now, don't forget that Elijah's grandfather, Gary, and father, Richard, still hold considerable power. Even if Elijah has control over the Hardin family now, it doesn't mean that he has truly conquered all the demons in the family.

Hardin turns back to look at his girlfriend, a big smile etched on Hardin's face. "I want to live long god..." ****

POV: Hardin I wiped the perspiration from my brow and moved closer to the Silver Claw pack boundary. I was sweating, but not because of the intense heat. The future of our pack could be made or broken by this meeting. "Remember," I whispered to myself, "to be powerful without being menacing." amiable but not feeble. "As I got closer, the border guards became more tense. I held up my hands to signal that I was okay. "I'm Hardin, hailing from the Purple Moon pack," I exclaimed. "I'm here to speak with Alpha Marcus. "The guards glanced at each other. At last, one gave a nod. "Follow me."

And I was standing barefoot in a forest of dry leaves. I am just going to walk out of this room, thank Hayes for dinner, and go home. And I’d never see Hardin again. Simple. Or so I thought. Because the second I pushed the bathroom door open, my heart nearly fell out of my chest. Hardin was on the bed. Not figuratively. Literally. Sprawled comfortably against the headboard like it was his own room, one arm resting behind his head, one leg casually bent, that godforsaken smirk stretched across his face like sin itself had carved it there.

her mother said, laughing. "I understand, Mama. You can make the sandwich. Thank you." Mary watched her mother cut the loaf into slices and realized it was the first time in months that they had talked so much and laughed. When the war ended, she had hoped that coming back home would make things better, that having people around would give her a sense of security. She had been comforted by the knowledge, even when the thoughts of Johnny's death had worried her in the coach, that once she was among her folks, her fears would fade away.

And in those quiet moments—the way he sat beside her bed, the way he looked at her with open tenderness—I saw the truth shining back at me. He cared. And Ava deserved to meet the man who fought for her before he knew she was his. My throat clenched as I adjusted Ava's blanket, and my hands shook. Soon, I'd have to confess the truth. But will she forgive me for hiding it from her for so long? THREE DAYS LATER. The sun shone brightly on the day Ava's discharged. Alex drove us home with his hands steady on the wheel. I sat in the backseat with Ava, her little frame wrapped in a cozy sweatshirt. She looked much better—her color had returned, and her eyes were vibrant again.

After he found his seat adjacent to mine, his manliness overpowered my space, and it forced me to look at him. But his closeness startled me, and I became eager to draw back and look elsewhere, but one of his fingers found the base of my chin and stopped me. “Miss Edwards…” He whispered my name as if someone was close by and was trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. “Are you perhaps horny?” “Horny?” I chuckled unbelievably, my eyes finally darting to the side. “Put on a shirt,” I said seriously. He leaned back and grabbed his fork. “I heard pregnant women are usually horny at one point. I wonder...” he inspected the silverware. “I wonder who will do the job of relieving you when that time