Harwin Strong Death Novels & Stories

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?

"And not to grieve too much." Beck nodded. "We will. I'll take good care of RUP for him. And I'll take care of all of you." *** Half an hour later, Harold was wheeled out of the operating room under a white sheet. Everyone watched as his figure disappeared down the corridor. The entire space fell into suffocating silence. The news spread quickly. The death of RUP's founder due to illness swept through the city like a spring storm. Media outlets large and small once again stirred restlessly--this time for the funeral.

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?

he asks, looking at all the people arriving in their black suits or dresses. "It was quite a shock," Kian rubs the back of his neck. "We really can't prevent death. No matter how rich we are," Harvey sighs and looks around until he spots Hunter greeting the mourners. He's in a wheelchair, and a nurse is standing next to him in case of an emergency. He should be resting now, but Harvey guesses he refused to stay at the hospital after what happened to his dad. Harvey pushes Eden's chair and walks toward Hunter. As soon as he sees him approaching, he lowers his head and starts crying.

Epilogue Christine POV The news came a week later. Fredrick had been cornered at a private airstrip, trying to flee the country with a handful of loyal guards. The standoff turned ugly, gunfire erupted, and Fredrick, too frail to hold his own, took a bullet to the chest. He didn’t make it. He died. Part of me wished I could’ve been there, to look him in the eye one last time, but I didn’t need that darkness. I’d had enough. I took control of the Harrington company, dismantling the corrupt empire my grandfather had built. Cristainternational was mine now, fully and undeniably, and I ran it with a fire that left no doubt I was born for it.

He said, “You’ve got the news that Ericha’s dead and you’re going to follow her soon—” “What makes you upset, Harold? Ericha doesn’t deserve this if you really loved her!” Warren shouted and glare to him. He was truly devastated to hear that Ericha died right beside Harold with his greedy hands. He torment after hearing the saddest news he ever have in his life. “You’ll lose everything that you have today! It’s not an eternal grace you worth for. You’re dishonoring our name!”

Harold was riding his scooter home after work when a black car without plates hit him from behind. The driver fled the scene. They were never found. Harold died on the spot. The company’s investigation into Tristan collapsed after the key witness died, and the case was quietly dropped. I stared at the message, a cold chill spreading across my back. A year ago. Someone who had uncovered Tristan’s secret and ended up dead. A month ago. Someone else who uncovered Tristan’s secret also ended up dead. And me. Now I was the third. I turned off my phone and sat in the dark for a long time, staring into nothing.

The channel’s anchor appeared, her professional smile subdued by the seriousness in her tone. “Breaking news,” the woman announces, her voice smooth but seemingly heavy. “The country mourns the sudden passing of decorated police officer Dean Harwood. Reports confirm that Harwood, fifty-two, died late last night in what authorities describe as a tragic accident. A collision on the highway claimed his life. Officials have praised his years of meritorious service, highlighting his career as one dedicated to justice and integrity.” Dean Harwood...?! Raees’s stomach drop, her knees giving way and she sinks slowly into her chair as if her legs can't hold up her body anymore.