Harry Herpson Novels & Stories

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?"

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

Too close, I was intoxicated. Soon enough, his tensed body calmed down. I thought he fell unconscious again until he spoke in a slurred voice again. "I… Primitivo O' Cleirigh, the last Maharlikan Alpha, accepts you…" the rest of his words were indistinct. I tried leaving some space for him to breathe but he did not allow me to move one inch. I just knew the last words were a question, and I was curious to hear it. "W-What now?" I prompted impatiently and blinked at the nest of gray hair. I knew it was mine because mine was annoyingly frizzy. This man's hair was made of silk, I'm convinced.

The weight of her question hung in the air. "I plan to…" Daisy Hunter was interrupted by a vehement knock on her door. Allison shuddered backwards in trepidation. "How could that be by this time of the night?" Daisy asked as she walked over to the door. "Who's at the door…

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

Elder Jasper, a great vampire elder and the oldest of vampires present in that meeting with over a century and fifty years he has lived cleared his throat and began to address the members. Harold sat at a corner slightly apart, he wasn’t part of the coven as the power to be among was taken from him the moment he lost the battle to Lucas many years ago. “Today, we are here because one of us has called us here to present a matter to us and we must be calm and hear what he has to say. Matteo, what is it you have for us?” Matteo stood from his seat and crept forward after exchanging a quick look with Harold.

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

Harper I am doing much better now. I think I am starting to remember more, to retain more. I am having flashbacks as I sit here on the edge of this bed. My situation no longer feels somber, bleak. There is hope in knowing I at least know who I am. I play with my hair and twist it in circles around my fingers. I've got to look busy for the big screen. I know they are watching. The problem: I have no idea how to control this "thing" inside me—this feeling of force. Something is there, something deep down, a muscle that has been used so many times that yearns to be used again. Yet, I do not remember how. I keep having these flashes where my head rings. I close my eyes for a moment, and I have t

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!