Harwin Strong Death Novels & Stories

What if her mother had really been suffering all these years? Harvey didn't say anything more after that. Claiming he was a little tired, he asked Jenny to go out and call all the Spade family members in. Jenny did as she was told and sat on a long bench outside the ward, watching all the Spade family members enter the room. Soon after, she heard crying coming from inside the room. Regardless of how genuine the cries were, Jenny knew one thing: Harvey had passed away. When she raised her head, she saw Christopher walking out of the room, calmly making arrangements. He seemed out of place among the other grieving family members.

Before I can help myself, I free one hand from under Reha and grab his chin the way Luke always used to do to me. “Tate…” I say, my voice serious. “I’m only telling you this because I know what he meant to you. But Harlow, he wasn’t a good man even though you hold him up high. Honestly his days were numbered, it was just a matter of who got to him first. I’d just gotten word not long before the charity ball. He’s dead, Angel confirmed it,” he says, his eyes nervous. My jaw falls, and I stare at him in complete disbelief.

Harvey never expected that it was Elara who had arranged for Dawn to meet her that night. That same night, Elara had been with him, being warm and affectionate. The comfort of her embrace had dulled his senses. By the time he came to his senses, he had already missed Dawn's call. The wealthy young man responsible for her death had been linked to multiple violent crimes. Many had died at his hands. He was then executed last year due to pressure from the Fisher family. A life for a life. But Dawn was never coming back. Harvey clenched the old phone tightly in his hand and dialed his assistant.

“Harold Calhoun.” _Silence. Doorway. 6:25 PM._ Calhoun. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ 104 BPM. “Reese’s Dad,” Harold said. Before Adrian could speak. Before I could stand. “I know. I know what he did. I know what you did. I’m not here for trouble.” _Silence._ “I’m here because he died,” Harold said. “3 days ago. December 22nd. Infection. From the… from prison. He never woke up. Not really. Not after July.”

She was indeed beautiful. "Earlier hours of this morning at exactly 2:30 am, a shocking report was made from the hospital. The murder of Mr. Winston Harvey owner of the Swinda AgroChem Abode Ltd." She paused for a bit, then continued. "He was reported to have been admitted and confined to a hospital bed due to the injuries and fractures he sustained during the incidence of thugs attack at the inauguration of the new Lady Winston's brige." April said. "His death leaves us breathless as the doctors confirmed that he was on his way to getting meliorate.

“I heard that back in South Light, both Third and Forth Master Yates were killed.” “If I kill you, I’m sure the legendary Master Yates and Second Master Yates wouldn’t mind traveling miles just to get here, right?” Harrison froze. He didn’t expect Harvey to know about his family that well. He squinted at Harvey for a long while, his gaze hardening. Then he hissed, “Well then, there’s no need to speak nonsense. Kill me if you dare.” “If you don’t, then you’re just a coward!”

Curiosity keeps me there listening close to the door. Jerome speaks first, his voice muffled but understandable. "Harlan is dead, boss. Killed quietly months ago. No big announcement. Just found in his own house, throat cut clean. Happened the same night we pulled Alice and Gabe from Jackal's underground race." What the hell are they talking about? Who the hell is Harlan?

Tomorrow Noah would be here again to cheer up Harriet. "Uncle Harvey?" Noah said as soon as he closed the door and turned around. "How are things inside?" "They're talking and I don't want to disturb them." "Yeah, we'd better let them talk first." “Hmm… Uncle? Sorry if I sound rude, but I wanted to ask if Harriet's mother really died?" Harvey nodded his head weakly. Sometimes he still feels that this is just a dream, but it turns out to be true. "She died yesterday and we just got back from her funeral."

“If you’re going to eliminate Harold, it won’t matter will it?” “Then, I’d better get going,” I say. “What about the son?” he asks. “What about him?” I ask. “Are you going to eliminate him too?” “He’s an heir, of course I will. Unless some she-wolf there catches my eye or the eye of one of my warriors, I won’t be leaving anyone alive.” My warriors and I finish helping to triage Brady’s warriors and then we head out. I’m more and more concerned about Warren’s strength. He’s getting much stronger much faster than I expected and he was already strong enough that he and his pack had been difficult to kill.

The once unattainable Harvey was now kneeling on the ground, as lowly as an ant! "Am I seeing things? Did Harvey actually lose?" Everyone shared the same thought. Who could have imagined that a legendary figure like Harvey would be so easily suppressed by an unknown outsider using just two fingers? "You... how dare you injure me!" Of course, Harvey refused to accept this. He was the eldest son of the Harringtons in Andorry, the direct disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, and the future son-in-law of the Whales family in Kingsvale! How could he be injured by a country bumpkin?