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Charlie asked again, “Why didn’t you bring Harvey along?” Harvey Carver was Charlie’s best friend from the orphanage. Back then, Charlie recommended Harvey to Travis. Travis did Charlie a favor and hired Harvey as his driver cum assistant. He paid Harvey an annual salary of two million dollars a year, and this gave Harvey’s social standing the opportunity to take a big leap forward.

Joe's shoulders sagged, a little disappointed. "She trounced my vampire army. You guys are vampires suck," Joe scoffed, "or maybe is she really that strong? Let's see how long the dust lasts." *** "Yes, fine. We will wait. Thank you." Haris's eyes glancing to the side, he hurriedly shoved his phone into his pants pocket. Jay arrived as Haris turned around. He set his face as flat as possible or stern as if building a high wall to keep Jay from asking what he had just done.

"My obsession with guns is hard to kill especially when I know I can own one. I'm dangerous like that." "Does Jared and Levius know?" "No. And you're not allowed to tell them." Veronica put a finger over her lips. "You should keep your mouth shut and I will always be on your side." "I'm bad at keeping secrets." "Then try your best to keep this one, little bud. Anyway, how is Harry as a mentor?" "He knows how to provoke someone and one thing is weird. I somehow feel like he is the man behind that mask. He calls me the same nickname as that man!"

Charlotte froze, feeling familiar with the information she had just received. *** “Thank you for walking me home,” said the soft-eyed woman as they reached the front door. Jarvey still hadn’t removed his mask and cap; he nodded before saying goodbye and leaving. “Hey, wait a moment!” the woman called out. “I still don’t know your name. Can we introduce ourselves?” Jarvey hesitated, but finally replied, “Jarvey.” He kept it short, as he wasn’t interested in making friends with anyone. “Nice to meet you, Jarvey.” The woman approached him and gave him a firm hug. Jarvey remained still, raising his hands to the head level as he didn’t want to return the hug.

"The fortune teller said I'll live to be 100." "Ha!" Ivy couldn't help but laugh. "Superstition!" Seeing that her mood had improved significantly, Shawn handed Ivy the information that Assistant Luke had left behind. "This is the information about Harry Jones, Amara, and their child, Zedd, that the private investigator found." Ivy frowned, thinking she had misheard, and repeated her question to Shawn, "Their child...?" ***

King Harvey closes the cylinder with one motion, connecting the two ends together, then rolls it lightly on the metal plate to fix the bump he has created. King Harvey steps to the bubbling pot of lava and taps the metal rod on the lid of it. A sudden smell of burning metal overwhelms me and I look up at King Harvey in shock. The sound of whistling and violent bubbling lava freezes me. King Harvey steps in front of me as the pot lid flies upward violently and a wave of lava splashes onto King Harvey. “No!” Grabbing King Harvey by his shoulders, I see his arm is charred. He smiles at me as tears roll down my face.

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The shop was mostly empty, a quiet comfort. Moments later, Jarred returned with a tray. He set a pink drink and a slice of strawberry shortcake in front of me, and an iced coffee for himself. Hade’s gaze fixed on Jarred, silently asking, what about mine? Jarred just shrugged and sat beside him. Hade rolled his eyes and leaned back in the chair, sulking. "There’s a lot of people here, Hade. Shut up," Jarred muttered through gritted teeth. I took a sip of my drink and nodded appreciatively. Strawberry—sweet but not cloying, just right.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed