Harrison Wells From Flash Novels & Stories

Hearing voices, I ducked as a flashlight made its way through the parking lot accompanied by deep voices I presumed was security. When they finally passed, I lay back against the chair, a hand over my forehead, shaking my head. What the hell just happened? What the FRICKIN HELL just happened? My brain kept asking these delightful questions over and over and over again. I glanced down at the camera bag, reaching out to take it. Flipping through the footage I replayed the last scenes. Everything had been recorded except me, it seemed I knocked the camera down in my panic and now only a shadowed form of me was seen pulling out Justin from the water. Sighing I glanced down at my ripped shirt the

But it's like all I said fell on deaf ears. Why the sudden change of mind.” He asked anyway. “It's none of your business. You either want my help or not.” I spat about hanging up when he stopped me. “Let's meet in person and talk about it or scratch that. I'll call you back so we can discuss it more.” He hung up, his tone so lively. Earlier before the Italy trip He had approached me and introduced himself as Harrison Wells and he would need my help as he saw that I am an intelligent woman who wouldn't let an opportunity pass her.

Edward Harrison. Harrison had first appeared in Chapter 16, arriving as a senior advisor with a quiet demeanor and a reputation for neutrality. When May had faced resistance from the old guard of the company, he had been the only one to listen without judgment. He had nodded in agreement when she spoke of transparency, offered thoughtful suggestions when she felt outmaneuvered, and even shared what he claimed were “internal whispers” about corruption. To May, he had been a lifeline—the only sympathetic figure in a world that felt increasingly hostile. She had trusted him with sensitive plans, had let him review draft policies, and had believed, deep down, that he was someone who shared her d

I took advantage of the confusion and dashed for the door, almost knocking it off its hinges. “Don’t let her escape!” shouted Arthur from within the interrogation room. Smoke rose from the corridor, emanating from whatever had exploded. I ran as fast as I could along the single passageway, and just as I was about to turn the far corner, something struck me from behind. I hit the wall, yelping and twisting my arm to find the bullet hole. Instead, I plucked a small dart. “Oh! Come on!” I screamed in frustration. I didn’t know how much time I had before I’d fall under the influence of what was in the dart, but I doubted it would take very long. I followed the wall until my legs gave out and ang

Harrison lifted his head, using his fingers to firmly pinch my chin, turning my face back to him, forcing me to maintain eye contact. "What's the matter? Are you afraid others will find out that I've f.ucked you? Is that it, Kayla? Ha, let me tell you! As long as I want, I can contact all the media in the entire city right now and tell them—I, Harrison Morris, f.ucked Kayla Reeves! More than once! Whoever dares to get close to you in the future, their fate is death..." "Damn it!" Harrison's words were interrupted by a punch from Nathan, who lunged at him. Harrison's body swayed, and he instinctively took two steps back.

Protocol: Capture and Archive. Willa hit the ground running. She wasn't just running; she was dancing. She used the gravity-boots to wall-run along the holographic billboards, her crimson suit leaving a trail of "corrupted" light behind her. The Enforcers opened fire—bolts of white energy that hissed past her ears, melting the glass pavement. From the shadows, she saw two streaks of light. Jaxson and Kael.

The concrete floor was cracked in multiple places, exposing the rebar beneath. Jackson dropped down first, landing in a crouch, then reached up to steady Savannah as she descended. The moment her feet touched the ground, a voice echoed from the shadows. “Well. What a touching scene.” Savannah stiffened. Harrison stepped out from behind a row of fallen server racks, a gun in his right hand, the muzzle glinting under the emergency lights. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, but his smile was confident, cruel. “Going somewhere?” he asked lightly.

In that moment, a sense of joy enveloped me, a feeling that surpassed any I had experienced before. "Zaine," Harrison addressed the man, a smile adorning his face as their hands met in a handshake. "Harrison Wells," Zaine echoed with a soft chuckle, while I observed the exchange from the side. "Is she yours?" Zaine inquired, prompting Harrison to cast a brief sideways glance in my direction before returning his gaze to Zaine. “Ah, it seems you’ve met Aurora.”

“I don’t remember Harrison ever telling me that he liked you or had any that kind of feelings for you?” “Of course, he wouldn’t tell you, babe. Harrison only told me how he really felt about me. Then, I accidentally overheard and saw him talking with Wallace, they… they’re plotting to ruin our marriage.” She hugged me. “Babe, stay away from those two. They’re not your true friends. I love you so much and you love me too.” .. .. .. - • • • • • ( END OF FLASHBACK ) • • • • •

I don’t need distraction for what comes next. The car door opens. The noise is immediate. There's shouting, camera shutters, bright lights bursting in every direction. I step out first. It's instinct. Control the scene before it controls you. I turn and offer Enid my hand. For a moment, she hesitates. Only a second. But I catch it. Then her fingers slip into mine. I help her out, and the flashes intensify. She looks stunned for half a heartbeat, then fixes her posture and head like she was born into this.