Harrison Ford Novels & Stories

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

Your name…’ Lakshman ogled a person’s eyes. ‘Yes! My friend, we would like to know your name….’ Ram agreed with Lakshman’s query. ‘Envoy’ *****

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

she smiled. “Logan?” John’s voice called out moments before he opened my office door. He was dressed for the funeral. His dark brown hair was neatly combed without a hair out of place, and his face was freshly shaven dressed in his black double-breasted Armani three-piece suit with a black dress shirt and tie. The only color in his outfit was the blood-red handkerchief in the breast pocket.

“A pleasure to meet you Mrs De Luan.” “The pleasure's all mine sir.” I smiled at him before he introduced himself. “Where are my manners. My name is Harrison Ford but you can simply address me as Mr Ford. And this woman here is my lovely wife Mrs Diana Ford.” I turned to the woman who I knew to be Mrs Ford and smiled warmly. Mason introduced me to the other two men who were Mr Sahid and Mr Hyde before Mason drew out a chair for me and took his seat next to mine. “If I may, you were also in the news for being supposedly in bed with another man in your husband's room apparently.” The smile on my face instantly vanished as I turned to stare at Mr Sahid who asked

"Yes Mr. Houston, I will carry out your orders." "Remember, don't let your secret out because I won't hesitate to eliminate you if you get caught." "Mr. Houston, I ill do as I'm told." After the call was disconnected, Fred returned to the hall. He hobbled around and looked for Diana, hoping she would treat his shattered foot. Unfortunately Diana wasn't there. Diana had left with Alpha Darren. Fred became even more agitated. He even stopped one of the waiters to take a few beers directly. "Mr. Houston?"

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

How was anybody meant to get sleep with that sound incessantly booming in their ears? I shuffled beneath the sheets until I was on my side, facing him. Jason Yates was good-looking, I suppose. He had the average male height and build going for him with soft features. His reddish-brown hair had streaks of silver through it and crow's feet lined his eyes. He was starting to wear his age even at the young age of thirty. There was a fresh coat of stubble on his jaw and cheeks—which weren't that well defined since he had a tiny double chin and his lips were two thin, pale lines on his face.

He chuckled, "Yeah, I started getting into trouble in my senior year and a few days before prom, I got into a fight, as a disciplinary action, I was ordered not to come to prom, and quite frankly, I had better things to do." I narrowed my eyes at me, "I seriously doubt that, you were probably in your room throwing a tennis ball at the wall like they show in those prison movies." He laughed, the sound was like music to my ears and for some reason it always made my chest tight. We continued eating in silence while I mulled over what he said, something didn't seem to add up, he just began to get in trouble his senior year?? "What about the first three years?" I asked. He raised a brow, "What do