Harrison Ford Novels & Stories

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

For them. They were coming through faster now. The lost. The murdered. The forgotten. Spirits with unfinished hunger. Some whispered. Some screamed. Some laughed as they rose. Allowed them to rise, to stand, to come back for what they wanted to come back to. To get what they wanted and what they deserved. But one was silent. Always silent. Dorian. Sienna’s father. The man that I believed, I loved. He had been dead for years. Not hidden. Not erased. Just gone, peacefully, stubbornly, still.

I was interrupted by a soft voice against my ear. "Courtney please come I want you to meet someone," Jason whispered in my ear. I excuse myself and walk with him. "Courtney this is Mr. Howard, the owner of this hotel and dad's best friend." He introduced. I look at the man in his mid-50's. He had a genuine smile on his lips. I smile back at him. "So you are the one that stole my boy's heart away?" he questioned me. I was startled at the question. I look at Jason for an answer.

My free hand instantly clutched onto the rosary hanging from my neck, whispering a silent prayer in my head. Mickey's eyes landed on me almost instantly. When I first met him, like Eddie, I hadn't taken the time out to register his features or appearance. I never thought I would see the man again, let alone be hunted by him because he wanted to own me. The fact that he had no hair on his head did not take away from the man's beauty. He looked to be in his late thirties early forties, at most. Dark hair peppered along his jawline, trimmed to frame his face. His eyes were golden brown, almost predatory, and Mickey had a nose that was crooked in the slightest from one too many breaks.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.

Nanlaki ang mga mata ko at mabilis na ibinaba ang libro. Ngayon lang ako hihiling na sana gumising na si Ford at siya na lang ang mang-asar sa akin! Ford was too much for me to take, how much more another member of his family? Magkamukha pa sila ng pinsan niya! Mas malaki nga lang ito pero baka sa kaniya rin nakuha ni Ford ang pagiging alaskador! "By the way, I am Hendrix Roen. You can call me Hero, Drix or Roen... anything you prefer. I am his cousin."

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Marcus Harrison. CEO of Harrison Financial. Fifty-two years old, silver fox, built like he spent his twenties as a linebacker and his thirties learning how to wear a suit. I'd met him once, at the company Christmas party, and he'd looked at me in a way that made my thighs press together involuntarily. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Derek had noticed. He'd been weird about it for weeks afterward — not angry, just... thoughtful.

Hunter: The clearing was quiet, clean even. And that was the worse part. It was too clean for a place where we had lost our men. They were two of our best warriors. And for them to be laying on the ground, dead, like they were… I couldn’t process it. There was no scent trail. No prints. Just stillness and the faint metallic tang of death. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to make sense of it, but nothing clicked…

Grandma asks. " They are not even dating yet " Mum says to Grandma. " I doubt if she has even spoken to him " Mum adds. " I trust Cal, she would have. Right ? " Lori asks. " You said you trust me mum " I say and laugh. " I do " Lori says. " I have I have. His name is Liam " I say. " Oh he sounds like british " mum says curtly and I blush and wink. " Oh wait shut up he is British ? " Lori yells almost deafening our ear drums..