Hardin From After Novels & Stories

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?”

Thinking back to my experience in the world, I shook my head. “I’m not going back.” The only thing on my mind was going home. The System didn’t push me since my quest was complete. With the reward taking hold, the damage from the car crash on my body was undone. My parents called him, their voices thick with emotion when they told me they’d won the lottery. I stepped into the house, only for my pet dog to jump into my arms. My parents were already waiting with dinner on the table. Life was normal again. During the final check-in, the System reported that the four male leads had shifted the blame onto one another and fought over my death. The world fell apart as a result.

Sophia’s POV Throughout the ride to Jean’s apartment, the only thing I could think of was ‘what’s Jean doing here? Did he come for me? Does he want us to get back together or is he here for some closure?’ It stung that he still affected me this way despite how hard I’ve tried to move on. Marcus’ stern face twisted my insides as he drove into a private estate. He hasn’t said another word since the “I’ll do it” he blurted out several minutes ago.

He said with an easy smile. I didn’t know what to say. I was sweating and flustered being so close to him, but I led him into the living room and we sat down. “Why are you here?” I managed to ask. “To apologize for the way I reacted the other day. It was rude. I should have behaved better.” “It is okay I understand, you were in shock.” “And you were right. Helena and your husband are having an affair. I've had them watched. Right now, they are in the neighboring city having a good time.”

Xander said the moment we returned, staring at me as if he could see right through me. "Well, you'd better comfort me, then." I hooked my finger on his tie. "After all, we're still young, right?" Xander's ears turned red again as he hummed in agreement under my gaze. I then tackled him and kissed his face all over. … Five years later, the system told me that Elijah's world had finally collapsed. At the time, I was holding my daughter, Maya Fuller, and teaching her to paint when I heard the news. I paused for a moment to remember before the memories came back to me.

Green when he asked him about his daughter. "I apologize for my daughter's behavior, Mr. Liam. Her name is Hailey. Would you mind if we continue our meeting tomorrow? I'll just talk to my daughter here before I truly get mad at her," Mr. Green apologetically said with a small smile as he is just tempering himself because of his daughter's attitude. "Sure, no problem, Mr. Green. I understand," Mr. Liam responded with a charming smile, and he stood as he was ready to leave the two alone.

“After breaking up, it turns out you learned to flirt.” Hardin smiled. “My flirtation is only for you. I never flirt with other women.” “I don’t care.” Amel applied an ointment so that Hardin’s wound would dry quickly. “I don’t care whoever you want to use your seduction skills on.” Hardin easily pulled Amel's chair closer. The slight creaking of the chair was enough to make Amel feel sore. Quickly—the distance between them was so close. Hardin's legs trapped Amel's legs. Her two long legs didn't let Amel's legs loose.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

Poor baby. “You see, Hardin. That’s the difference between you and I. You stopped being in love with her because you found out that she’s related to you in some way but I, I’ll still want her name to be my final breath even if I found out that she gave birth to me.” “Eww, you’re gross,” Hardin spat, twisting his lips to make his disgust obvious. “Well, good thing that’s not the case, right?” I whispered, doubling over and tapping his cheeks lightly. Oh, the look on his face!

Ethan looked at Henry, who was as stubborn as he used to be. He didn't make fun of his naïveté. He was still new to being in love. He would only mature after going through some hardships. These experiences weren't something Henry would just listen to if someone else told him. He had to experience them himself. Ethan didn't mock his arrogance because karma was fair to all. Henry would eventually experience what he had coming. Besides, Ethan already sensed that Henry treated Everly differently. She clearly wasn't just another lover to him like he claimed.