Harlan Briggs Novels & Stories

Zane repeated with more force. Finally, Mr. Briggs sighed and forced the words out between his parched throat, mumbling, “You do not owe me... anything. I was a terrible man to your mother... A terrible father to you. You are free to walk away. But before you do, before I die, I want you to know that I am sorry for everything that I have done. Please forgive me for everything, my child.” “I won't forgive you!” Zane said firmly. Unable to say a word because of the pain, Mr. Briggs simply nodded and then began choking once again, causing Zane to become speechless and a bit annoyed by his actions, and finally, after Mr. Briggs had stopped coughing, Zane asked, “Can you walk?”

Then again, Harlan Higgs had a different idea. He strutted in front of Harvey before glaring at him coldly. “Why are you here?! Don’t you know what this place is?! “This is the border between Country H and the Warrior Tribe! It’s a lawless place! “People’s lives are at stake here! “Do you think you can just waltz in here like that?!” Harvey let out a chuckle after hearing Harlan’s concern. “Don’t worry, Uncle Harlan. I’m with friends.”

the man looks at Charlie and in a firm voice speaks, "why are you holding her hand?" I look down at Charlie, her hand tight in mine, "Ma'am, Sir, I'm going to take her out of here, to a safe place that will help her." The woman gasps and the old man's brows shoot up into his hair line, "uh huh, what's your name and where exactly do you think your taking this young girl? I chuckle, "Right, my name is Braddock Westfield, I'm a licensed phsyciatrist and I'm taking her to a center that specializes in trauma that seems to be happening to her. She will receive help."

I can smell the aroma of Sinigang, my favorite! "Breaking news! Brooklyn's Shoe Collection owner Helene Brooklyn, report about her daughter missing." I turn my gaze on the television and Hilary's mom is on T.V. "If you see my daughter please inform us! We are willing to give a reward! I just really want to see my daughter!" she said while crying in front of the camera. Hilary and I are best friends for like two to three but she never tells stores about her parents or family. Maybe she wants it to keep private and I respect that. It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what.

WOMAN. Phone vibrated. I took out my phone from my pants pocket and it was from EPL (Europa-pacific Lines). I didn't answer nor cut it.... Meanwhile, Geneva Lucretia Salinas, the goddaughter of old Salinas Augustus Jackson, president of the Tinsel Progressive Congress, was presenting the grand funders for 2021, “In the honour of 2022 Mind of the Elderlies launch, I'm glad to present to you our grand funders...”

“Paul Broward - your Dr. Brown - he had a lot of experience with manipulating people’s psyches. You should know that better than anyone.” My emotions - a terrible alchemy of impotent anger, disbelief, and fear - must be playing on my face, because suddenly Harrison seems to regret coming. He looks over toward the door, then back at me, and raises his palms. “I’m sorry, Annie. You know what? It’s just a theory. I’m talking out of my ass.” “What about Briggs?” I ask quickly, still turning his words over, still trying to punch holes in his theories. “A longtime employee of Powers and Powers, that much I do know for a fact. Maybe Gray wasn’t aware of that. When he couldn’t figure out who Briggs

Davis asked, going patient like requested of him to be. “Your wife is right here with me with two other people your daughter care about, it will be foolish of you to play smart and not listen to me when I can easily end their lives. I will need you to go home and get those documents that were returned to you, get them and quietly come to the new address I will send to you without anyone. Failure to come alone means your wife dying forever, and come with your daughter. To spice things up, I have your secret that I’m willing to release to the public if you take longer than I want. A little hint, it has to do with Harlan Briggs, Mr Harlan