Jack Harlow Fanfic Novels & Stories

He dreamed of cold blue eyes… and sharp fangs close to his skin. The next morning the sports headlines were everywhere: “Harlow’s Hero Shot Sends Flames to the Finals.” Alex crushed the newspaper in his hand. Summer training camp was coming soon. Many NHL stars would train together. Jake Harlow would be there. “Good,” Alex muttered. Next time they met on the ice, Alex planned to beat him. But deep down… he was already waiting for the collision.

I just want you to run your hands through my hair, pull me closer and kiss me senseless until I forget my name. — H. Harper POV I grunted as I recalled the contents of my letter. It was the most stupid idea I had ever had. I should have gotten rid of it a long time ago, the same way I had gotten rid of my feelings for Jace. The deafening horn of a car about to hit me brought me back to my senses. I startled and fell down on my backside. The car stopped and a tall boy got out, looking worried. He called out to me.

I can still feel Josh looking at me while talking to Nick. I notice the bang of Nick's hair falling off, and I help him move it away from his face. Nick holds my hand mid-way, saying, "Stop it, Harper, I know what you're doing." I just smile at him. Nick turns his face in Josh's direction, then back to me, saying, "Harp, let's leave here. I don't want to be dead before my time." That brings out a burst of laughter from me, and I turn my face towards Josh. His jaw is clenched, and I can tell that the spoon in his hand is feeling the weight of his anger.

Victor POV Holy Shit! I’m going to be a father! I will be forever tied to my ex-wife, but I’m fine with that. I almost like her more now that we’re divorced. Better Harley than Daya. Daya has become entirely too clingy and her voice is driving me up a wall. At least her lying ass is giving me a break for the next month. FLASHBACK

"Why don't you tell me. From the very first time you came into my dreams, were you sincerely begging me to come back and live with you? Or begging me to come back and lie down on an operating table to have my organs harvested?" He froze. I smiled and went on. "You want me back, not to reconcile, but to send me to my death." "What a shame that the one cast out now, friendless and forsaken, is you." Hearing this, Jack's face went utterly white. So all along, his scheme had been seen through by me from the start. Every one of his pleas was now nothing but a joke. Suddenly, a figure came stumbling into the building and ran straight toward us. Jack was dumbstruck again, his voice trembling.

Lila's POV I used to think high school hallways were just places you walked through. Now they felt like enemy territory. The locker slammed next to mine, and I didn’t even flinch anymore. That was new. Six months ago I would’ve jumped, books slipping from my arms, cheeks burning while laughter rippled down the corridor. Today my hands stayed steady as I shoved my notebook inside. Ignore it. Just ignore it. “Still hiding behind those glasses, nerd?” The voice belonged to Marcus — one of Jax’s loyal shadows on the hockey team. He didn’t wait for an answer. A crumpled paper ball bounced off my shoulder and rolled away.

Harvey smiled calmly. “What would you like me to do?” Jace chuckled coldly. “Grovel and admit that you’re wrong, then break every single one of your arms.” “Get those two women who got away to my bed! I’ll play with them for three whole days!” “When I’m happy, I’ll let you off the hook!” Harvey narrowed his eyes. “I decided to break every single one of your limbs. You’re never going to stand back up ever again!”