Harvey Bullock Animated Series Novels & Stories

Auntie whispered regretfully. Harvey watched from his seat on the sofa as his younger brother approached him. His eyes tried to read his brother’s emotionless face before he sighed in resignation. His attention wandered to the dog sleeping peacefully on his lap as his hand continued stroking its head gently. His eyes flickered toward his brother once again when Hayden sat down on the sofa opposite from where he was seated. “So, where did you dump her body?” Harvey asked mockingly. Hayden’s eyes narrowed at his brother and Harvey faked a mocking look of fear as he placed a hand over his chest.

“You’re a dead man!” Harvey yelled at Adrian. Smack!!! Immediately after he said this, Adrian gave Harvey another slap, causing the latter to be dumbfounded. A huge bruise appeared on Harvey’s face. Even the crowd was dumbfounded as they witnessed this. Harvey covered his face, unable to react to the situation for a moment. He had not expected Adrian to hit him for real. Despite how many people he had with him, none of them dared to step forward and assist him. In fact, they were only taking Harvey’s side out of fear of being bullied.

Ryat replied, grabbing his suit and rushing out of the office . -- [Briggs Mansion] Harvey is on a long call which he has been receiving since five minutes ago, and he looks dead serious. He's speaking to a seaway overseer actually. "It's done? Good. Make sure this stays buried though. Ryat is a stray dog who loves to sniff everything out" Harvey said. "Of course" he added, then he hung up. He was about to call Julie to bring him fruits when he remembered she's at work, and he grunted.

Harvey was watching with wide eyes, too shocked to even reach for his gun to stop me, or shoot me dead right where I stood with in the second. When he finally snapped out of the shock he was in, he reached for his gun and pulled it out before he pointed the GLOCK at me. I couldn't give him my attention, though. I was too busy jumping my eyes from Dante to the laptop and then back to Dante. "You son of a bitch." Harvey snapped at me, losing his temper in front of me from maybe the first time in his life. I could tell that he was close to pulling the trigger, shooting me down just like I just shot his boss.

"So it's you, and you've got some nerve!" Harvey sneered, looked at Woody with disdain, and said, "I thought you were some sort of formidable figure with three heads and six arms, but it turns out you are just an ordinary person." Woody's piercing gaze shot over, and their eyes met. Harvey instinctively averted his gaze, barely managing to maintain his arrogance and confident demeanor. "Are you the one who kidnapped Mabel?" Woody asked coldly. Harvey scoffed. "That's right! I am Harvey, the eldest son of the Harrington family and a direct disciple of the Iron Sword Sect's master!"

"I will hang up now." "I love you, baby. Save your little energy for later." "Hmm, okay." She giggled. MJ hung up and went to the bathroom to wash up. <><><><> After speaking to his fiancée, Harvey's face turns murderous and manic. He watched as they torture the last bastard. The other four just died after their dicks were removed. "I would never do that." Bull said as he watched the man getting tortured in the ass with a dildo machine. "You aren't gay," Harvey told him. "But isn't it great? Seeing the pain in his face. It's not that painful compared to what they did to MJ." He crossed his arms and watched Viper tapping the cheek of the first man who got his penis cut.

Baron shouted. Harvey had watched our exchange with mounting impatience and irritation, as though we had forgotten his presence entirely. "Seems like he's eager to get his skull cracked open with a bottle. Why not let him have his fun?" Then Harvey's tone shifted, cold and measured. "In fact, I've changed my mind. I'm tired of this. Flint, deal with him. Smash a bottle over that brat's head so we can all go home." "Understood." Flint Steele, a towering wall of muscle, finally spoke. His voice carried a chilling boom that matched his monstrous build.

"Bobby, put the knife down please, for my sake," a calm voice interrupted just as Bobby was about to strike. Bobby turned with a cold smirk, ready to dismiss whoever dared interfere. However, his demeanor instantly changed when he saw the elegant Harvey approaching. "Mr. Weller, what brings you here?" Bobby asked with a forced smile. Harvey, with Christina by his side, walked over gracefully. They looked like a prince and princess, drawing everyone's attention. "Dylan and I are great friends. I'm vouching for this man today, and I'll talk to Dylan personally later," Harvey stated with a smile as if it were a trivial matter. He glanced at Andrew, his eyes flashing mysteriously.

"And Perry's fine. I think the bite's making him act all macho since you showed him yours and hyped him up." Harvey grins. "Good. Let me speak to everyone, and then we can talk, okay?" I nod again and he straightens, greets others around, and goes to the front of the room. My heart squeezes, looking forward to our talk. "Alright," Harvey starts, gathering the room's attention. All side conversations die down. "I have some news that no one's going to want to hear. Last month, I went to Maine to help Richard Gladstone and his pack — I'm sure everyone remembers. I didn't say the truth of why I was going. The truth is Gladstone was having trouble with a vampire."

Harvey pushed up his glasses. Dr. Harvey has been working in the Kingdom for most of his life. His father worked under the same King, Nathaniel Van Wolf, and although the work was demanding, it was advantageous. Now in his late forties, Dr. Harvey thought he had seen it all, but this latest project, the Alpha serum, was absolutely fascinating to him and his research team. It was a serum specifically designed to enhance weaker wolves into Alpha forms. Temporary effects, sure, but it's well on its way to becoming something innovative and world-altering. This serum was a weapon if in the wrong hands. Dr. Harvey wanted to spend more time truly understanding everything about the serum; perhaps th