Harrison Wells Dc Novels & Stories

“A live in doctor? Victor, I feel okay most days. This seems too much. I do not need someone watching me constantly.” His expression did not change. “The gala announcement made the pregnancy public. Investors and the board are paying attention. I will not allow any risks. Dr. Harrison has handled cases for some of the most powerful families in the world. He understands the need for complete discretion and security.” Before I could protest further, the front door opened wider. Dr. Harrison walked in carrying a sleek black medical bag. He was a tall man in his late forties with sharp gray eyes, neatly combed salt and pepper hair, and a calm, professional demeanor that somehow felt intimidating

"Where did you have in mind?" --- The diner was on the edge of the city, the same one where Alex had met Cole weeks ago. He got there early, sat in a booth by the window, ordered coffee he didn't drink. The device was in his pocket, wrapped in a napkin, the evidence of a betrayal he was still trying to understand. Wells walked in at 9 AM. He was tall, thin, with gray hair and a face that had been carved by years of seeing the worst in people. He slid into the booth across from Alex, his eyes sharp, his hands folded on the table.

Becky retorted, "how many witnesses, and how strong are they because I believe Stella will have legal strength, and we need to prepare for any circumstances" Harrison explained, "I have my friend, his dad and his mom, and the doctor that took my delivery, and professor, and my neighbors In Amarillo Texas," Becky explained, "It's okay, we are going to take the matter up, but It will take a gradual process," Harrison said, "Why can't you arrest her with police?" Becky asked,

"A man, I think. That's about all I could tell you." "A man?" Harrison's eyes sharpened. Not worried. Suspicious. His wife had been ambushed on the road and his first thought wasn't "is she safe" but "who was the man." Some things never changed. Riley caught on faster than I expected. "I saw him too. When I drove out to pick her up. Tall. Dark jacket. He'd already chased them off." Harrison stared at Riley. Then pulled out his phone and called his Beta. "Check the east road patrol logs from yesterday. Any foreign wolves in the area." He listened. Nodded. "Find out who."

“I’m Agent Vance's transport lead. We’ve mapped a restricted route to the financial district. The media has established positions outside the Harrison building, but we have secured the private underground loading dock.” “Thank you,” Evelyn said, stepping into the vehicle. The interior smelled of new leather and high-end communication equipment. The windows were so heavily tinted that the outside world appeared as a dim, monochrome landscape. As the convoy moved down the winding, pine-lined driveway, Evelyn leaned back, her mind mapping out the upcoming confrontation. In her past life, she had viewed Mr. Harrison as a surrogate uncle. He had been her father's closest confidant, the man who ha

I finally said vaguely. “I see.” Harrison nodded. “That’s why I prefer to live alone. Ginger snap?” He held out a plate of ginger snap cookies that I hadn’t even seen him prepare. I took one and munched on it, watching while he stood and disappeared into the hallway. “I take it you came about the Luna’s Bane,” he called. “Yeah.” I heard some shuffling of books. Harrison cursed a few times. Then, he returned with a stack of journals in his hands. He plopped them down in front of me, sending a plume of dust flying up into my face.

Dante led us up an old staircase, and then through a hidden door that led into the basement of what looked like an ordinary apartment building. "It’s a safe house," he explained briefly as we climbed up more and more stairs. The apartment was small but it was well-stocked. Marcus collapsed onto the couch immediately, and I started looking for first aid supplies to treat his wound properly. "Someone's coming," Dante said as he looked out of the window. I tensed, but I relaxed when he added, "It's only Agent Harrison." Agent Harrison looked like he had been through hell. His suit was torn, there was soot on his face, and his usually perfect hair was a mess. But his eyes were sharp and focused

he muttered under his breath, the color draining from his face. Like a madman, Harrison barged into the room. He pulled open drawers, checked every corner, and even crouched down to look under the bed. Aside from the things he'd bought himself, there wasn't a single trace of Eleanor left. She was truly gone. Harrison sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Mr. Luther," the housekeeper said as she led a man in a suit inside. "This is Mr. Bryan Wilbur. He says he needs to deliver something to you personally."

I put some foundation over the marks and put my hair in a messy bun. I walked downstairs and see Devllin sitting on the bottom step. He had an overly large hoodie in his hand, "It's going to rain, you can wear this if you want" hanging me the hoodie he stood and walked towards the door opening it. We get into the car and made our way down the mountain towards Harrison's house. Harrison's health has declined ever since his mate died, after they visited my parent's house Harrison left that night to go back home due to coughing up blood and fainting. Harrison stayed in a house in the center of town that looked like a house out of an old western movie, as we pulled in the driveway I could feel p

His face brightens at the sight of me, then instantly dims as he registers my expression. "Aria, what's going on? I got your text, but—" Before I can answer, a black town car pulls up behind his Aston Martin. Two men in expensive suits emerge, carrying leather briefcases. I recognize one immediately—Harrison Wells, the lead attorney who destroyed me during our divorce proceedings. My blood runs cold. "What the hell is this?" I hiss, keeping my voice low so the twins won't hear. Michael's face clouds with confusion. "I don't—"