Harrison Wells From Flash Novels & Stories

Yet Chase had crushed it with ease. "W-Who are you?!" At that moment, Wells finally sensed the impending danger. A wave of fear welled up within him. "You make too much noise," Chase muttered, shaking his head indifferently. In the blink of an eye, Chase vanished and reappeared directly in front of the man. Wells roared, unleashing all his inner energy in a desperate attempt to defend himself. His palms slapped against his chest, conjuring a protective barrier of true energy. Wells staggered backward, barely keeping himself from falling to his knees. His face turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Jax’s Point Of View We were at Reese’s house and by I mean me, Felix, Angelo, and Reese and his best friend Drake. His daughter, Hazel, became someone I grew very fond of. She had the same hazel honey eyes that Nem had like an enchanting goddess. I know they both were close because she blabbered on about their daily phone calls and all of their jokes. A close relationship with her aunt is practically a guaranteed friendship for Hazel.

Harrison stepped out from the guest bathroom, grabbed a towel from the stand, and dried his hands. "What are we talking about?" he asked playfully. "Harry, Stefan asked his proxy to kick me out. I didn’t know he was this ungrateful," the man reported. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Dorothy appeared, looking confused at the unfamiliar faces. She didn’t know Stefan had friends. "Look who’s joined us," Harrison smiled, nodding towards Dorothy. "Hi, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Harrison Berlymore, a professional medical doctor with all my licenses completed," he said proudly.

But he just laughed louder, running straight toward the waiting car—toward a night I wasn’t sure I was ready for, but one I could no longer avoid. Outside, the first thing I noticed was the car. It wasn’t a taxi. It wasn’t even close. The sleek black vehicle sat calmly by the curb, polished and imposing, the kind of car that didn’t just arrive anywhere—it announced itself. My heart skipped uncomfortably. I already knew before I fully processed it. This was a Harrison car. Before I could retreat or even think of another excuse, the door opened from the inside. And then I saw him. Kai Harrison.

says Harrison. Thankfully the cells are not too far from the pack house. Once we reach the building I hear gun shots and both Nick and Ray collapse. They have what appears to be tranquilizer darts in their necks. Harrison tackles me down as another dart goes flying past my head. “Run!” I don’t have any idea where I am running to but we head to the forest where it’ll be harder to target us. A dart hits Harrison and he struggles to keep going. “Don’t stop Haley!”

Hazel smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Harrison. I am Hazel from HAB. I would like to talk to you, is that okay?" She and Martha had waited for Harrison for an entire afternoon, but eventually, when Martha went out to buy water, she saw Harrison leaving through the back door. So they followed him in desperation, as time waits for no one. Harrison squinted his eyes, feeling a bit annoyed. He had been hiding all day, and finally came out, only to be chased down by Hazel. Harrison turned to look at Hazel, and his gaze, which was blatantly sizing her up, became increasingly deep.

My eyes burn with the bitter taste of betrayal as I gaze upon the boardroom full of traitors. The lies reeking up the boardroom would never be camouflaged with inane cologne, at least not to a sensitive nose. "A vote of no confidence?" I kept my voice smooth though my wolf clawed beneath the skin. "Great timing, Harrison? Harrison Wells wouldn't meet my eyes. The silver-haired corporate veteran's hand shook slightly as he shuffled his papers, and he reeked of Amelia's signature perfume.

But the ache underneath that never went away-the one that still lodged deep in the recesses of her chest, where words once lived-that never went away. She had tried to do something right. And it had been thrown back at her, molded into a tool of remembrance. --- Flashback – Earlier That Afternoon Harrison had left just seconds behind Nathaniel. Stoic, still. He hadn't looked over his shoulder at her as he disappeared into the corridors. He hadn't said anything. But he'd gone straight to the trendy bar. Dark. Quiet. He liked it that way. Bottle on top of bottle against the wall. He never laid a hand on one.