Harry Herpson Novels & Stories

"I want the name or names of the people who did this." "Name. Anne Lawson." Harry said. "She's dead." Dorathy Erics arched a brow. She was the Chief Justice of Nigeria and she could safely say that something fishy was going on, but she let it go. Her only child was alive and well and that was all she cared about. One thing she was not going to do anymore was take him for granted. "Ethan saved my life, mom." Harry informed her. "His wife was seriously injured, though."

I moved down the aisle, spotted an empty seat halfway down the row and made for it, sliding into it fast, dropping my bag by my feet, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear as I pulled out my notebook like I had been here all along. “I don’t appreciate lateness.” The voice snapped across the room and sent a jolt straight through me. My eyes went to the front of the class and then I froze. Standing there, one hand in his pocket, looking directly at me was the last person I ever expected to see behind a professor’s desk. Art fucking Wilson.

Or even the strange spiral staircase that led upstairs, with each step appearing to hover above the one beneath. None of that made her hold her breath and stand still like a sculpture. It was a person who caused her to freeze like a deer caught in headlights —a bare-chested man who lounged carelessly on one of the large sofas. Lola recognized him almost immediately. Santiago Morales—business mogul, CEO of Infinity Tech Enterprises (and several other sister companies), billionaire playboy, health and fitness expert, scandal extraordinaire… the list went on and on. Oh, and apparently Lola’s best friend’s older brother as well.

One word. The Hayes approval and the maternal approval simultaneously, the same syllable doing the same work. I pressed my hands over hers. Harry was already at the café when we arrived. He was at a corner table with the quality of a person who had been there long enough to have ordered and received and barely touched the coffee in front of him. He looked older than I remembered — not dramatically, the specific aging of someone who had been carrying something heavy and hadn’t been sleeping well. He looked at me.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Harrington is sitting on his chair facing his back at me. “Good morning Mr. Harrington, My name is Cassandra Lei Tan and I am here to apply as your secretary” I said with confidence. Me. Harrington slowly turned his chair around. I couldn't believe it when I saw the man that I kissed yesterday, sitting right in front of me.

His eyes swept the waiting area briefly before he disappeared down another corridor. I hugged Finn tighter, though he didn’t notice. Something was unraveling here—threads I didn't understand but could already feel tightening around us. The waiting room buzzed louder now. I caught snippets of awe: “Isn't that Kai Harrison? The superstar?” “Harrison?” I whispered, unfamiliar. Curiosity pricked. I pulled out my phone, searched—and froze. Kai Harrioson: global superstar. Son of the matriarch of one of Dubai's wealthiest families. His brother: Rowan Harrison, a formidable lawyer. Sage Harrison, a celebrated surgeon. Their family not only commanded Dubai’s fortune but also owned vast estates in th

We stopped at a channel long enough to hear a name that stopped me in my tracks. Harry Joseman. My neck nearly snapped as I turned to look at the TV. Oasis TV was airing, the same news company we had met at Harry’s company the other day. Sure enough, Harry was on the screen, in an impeccably ironed navy green suit — a colour I had told him suited him best. His voice filtered from the TV, painfully familiar. “…because signing a deal with Harper is really one of my biggest wins. Myself and my team worked super hard on it, especially my girlfriend, Cassandra Indigo.”

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

He throws his head back and laughs which irks me to no end. "What a feisty lass, you are," he murmurs. "I think Desmond would like her. Don't you think so, Ryan?" The other brute named Ryan shrugs a shoulder. "Maybe we should keep her for ourselves instead." Suddenly, Hercules Heath releases my dad who drops to the floor and turns his full attention on me. "You don't have the twenty-five grand, do you?"