Harrison Ford Novels & Stories

I have known this bitch for most of her life and never once has she read a book in the open on a fucking bench like something from the 1900s. I am sitting on the porch of Fran and my cabin, coffee in one hand and my son, Xzaviar in the other while Fran makes us lunch. I smile to myself when I tell him he is just born and on his first mission, he yawns and I laugh, totally agree she is fucking boring.

Harrison looked at me. It didn’t look forgiveness or any of the things I’d spent seven years begging for, but I didn’t care anymore. He just nodded. “James Donovan-Emerson,” he said. “Yeah. That works.” I looked down at James. His mouth opened in a yawn so enormous it consumed his entire face—the lips stretching, the chin dropping, the eyes squeezing shut—and then it was over. His face settled back and he was sleeping again. “He’s got your hands,” Harrison said quietly.

"I don't know if I am doing the right thing by telling you but I have to. His name is Mr. Harrison Ford, the owner of Ford Hospital where the twins were born." I closed my mouth and lost my grip on the bed. So Harrison had been under the cover for a long time. He had been so rich and Zain was not aware? I didn't get it, why was he pretending to be poor? Is there more to this help of his or does it have to do with Susan again? I wish I could see him and ask him all these questions because he needed to answer me. I need answers to so many questions right now. "How did he help us?" I had to ask.

Her curls bounce as she chews cereal, eyes half-amused, half-concerned. “You’re seriously not going?” she asks, spoon waving in the air. “I don’t know,” I mutter, tightening the strap of my heel. I am getting ready, but denial is easier. “He’s a married man, Carrie. Married. And not just to anyone, to Amy freaking Stone. The Oscar-winning actress. If someone takes a picture…” Carrie snorts. “He’s Carter Ford. Nobody’s taking a picture. Trust me, men like that live above the rules.”

“You’re my mate, my Luna, and one day, my wife. So yes, I can buy you nice things—learn to accept them.” I smile at his words, mate, Luna, and wife. “Then thank you for the gift, and your black card.” I laugh. “Here, this card is yours, it’s linked to my account and it’s unlimited.” “Wyatt!” “Thank you, Wyatt, practice makes perfect…” He winks, laughing. “Thank you…. Wyatt.” I grit out. My fancy new car pulls itself out front, something Jade did. She said it’s a summon thing on the cars app. I’ll never get used to this thing.

That's the man who helped Jackson. - What is your name? – I could see in his face that he knew I had already identified him. - My name is Jack. Everything went downhill afterward. I kept the exchange short, trying to get out of there. He could hurt me or my pup. One hit on my head, and all I saw was darkness.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

"Cal? He's not that young is he?" Jasper chuckles. "Everyone's young to me." Suddenly, he sets me down. Stretching, I look through the trees. I can see the lights of Grayson's house close by. How did time pass so quickly? "Even Kaden?" This time, Jasper laughs aloud. "Kaden's great, great..." He pauses. "Great, great grandparents didn't even exist when I killed by father." Startled, I look up to meet his gaze. "Remember, I'm not really alive."

She tried hard not to gawk at his wide chest or the fact that he didn’t have on any clothes. Ellie took note of how tan he appeared and determined it had to be his natural skin tone since they kept him below ground. His coloring never changed. With his dark-brown hair and deep-chocolate eye color she thought he had to be a good portion Native American. Of course she couldn’t miss the fact that he was a great deal bigger than any Native Americans she’d ever seen. She guessed he had German or some other husky, tall ancestry too.