Hardin From After Novels & Stories

Lucian yelled, “NO!” Elara grabbed her phone with trembling hands. Her voice cracked. “911! Please—we need help—there’s been a home invasion—people are hurt—please hurry—!” and she mentions the address. Few minutes later, sirens approached. Damien slumped, losing consciousness. The police burst in minutes later and removed the men. Everything was kept off the news exactly because the Hale name shielded by its influence. Elara sat beside Lucian on the ambulance steps, shaking. Lucian whispered, voice raw, “Elara… the baby… is mine?”

"Such a great time indeed. I think this is a sign that I need to fight." "Fuck Connor, fuck Jenny. Fuck what I've been through, fuck my past. And all right to Harper Lane, her present, and her future." The words came from somewhere deep inside me, somewhere that had been quiet for too long. I knew I wouldn't stoop so low again after this night. I was reaching for the door handle when movement caught my eye. Hardin was walking back out of his house, still in the same clothes, his jaw set in that way that meant he'd made a decision about something.

Sighing, he pulled her away and made her stand right under the shower. “ You won't want me after you will be sober.” Sneering Sarcastically, Hardin kept holding her under the shower, getting wet along with her, as she kept trying to get out of his hold. “ So, I should do it now. ” Sighing, Hardin leaned in and captured her lips once again in a slow and sensual kiss. Shivering in the kiss, Sia stopped struggling against him.

"Dad is sorry. What I said that day was anger. I never thought about sending you back. You are my daughter. You always will be." He paused, trying to swallow the sob caught in his throat. "If you're willing to forgive Dad, come back to me in the next life, okay? I promise I'll treat you well." After he said that, he turned his face away. His shoulders were shaking, but he made no sound. Noah had been quiet in Aunt Megan's arms. He looked at Mom, then Dad, as if trying to understand something much bigger than he was. Then he wriggled down, walked to the memorial table, and stood on tiptoe because he was too short to reach my photo.

Right in front of me, there were rows after rows of MREs and a small armory from AR to melee weapons. I jumped up and down, proud of my finding, and went back to get Alice. I found her climbing down. I waited until she was on her feet and slapped the back of her head. “I told you to stay for my signal.” She winced, then shrugged. ‘You were taking so long, I got worried.’ I growled and climbed to close the hatch and went back to the open area and found Al excitedly humming while checking an AK-47. “Hey be careful with that, you might hurt yourself.” She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand.

I growled at her but she probably didn't hear me seeing that she had resumed flirting with the 'hot white guy'. I can't believe this whole place is still choked up by paparazzi after two hours! I really need to go home and rest, hiding from paparazzi won't work as they are ready to wait. So I waited for Tania to finish with the payment so we can leave but she was taking so much time which made me go back to check on her. I was amazed at the sight of Tania and the hot sales guy hugging each other as the hot guy took a selfie of them with his phone. "Is it even ethical?" I wondered, I just stood there with my bodyguard Jack who didn't seem to care about what Tania was doing as he kept looking

The doors opened behind her. Dante stepped out. He looked thinner, older, and badly rested. His suit was still expensive, but it hung on him as if it belonged to another man. When he saw Serena, his face hardened, and she lowered her eyes at once. Then he looked at me. “Aria,” he said quietly. “Are you doing well?” “Yes,” I said. “Better than before.” His throat moved. “I tried to reach you. Emails, calls, the recovery trust… did you receive any of it?”

Drew? He hadn’t aged the way she thought he would. No beer gut. No slump in the shoulders. If anything, he looked sharper. He’d traded in his usual worn sneakers for polished boots, a leather jacket zipped up just enough to show off a gold chain. A new Drew, polished and thriving, while she’d spent fourteen years behind bars rotting for a crime they both had hands in. He smiled, like she was a pleasant surprise. Like seeing her wasn’t the resurrection of everything he’d buried.

[EIRA] She carefully wiped the blood that had trickled down to the sides of his face. The piece of wood had penetrated deep inside Nate's head, knocking him unconscious. She never thought that a spell like the once she had performed could have such harsh consequence. If the wood had pierce his heart instead...