Jack Harlow Fanfic 소설 & 이야기

I blurt out, growing flustered. Hamilton presses his lips together quickly, staring at me with a puzzled frown like I just asked if the moon is round. "You're joking, right? Of course they like each other, in a totally normal way for two wolves who grew up together, practically as siblings. Malachi cares for her as much as I do, as her older brother. What exactly do you mean, do they like each other?" "Okay, let me rephrase this," I look up at the ceiling, wondering why God created guys to be so dense. "Is there any possibility Harlow has feelings for Malachi, and is upset with me for being his true mate?"

Bennet motions to the pair of equally gorgeous and equally toned blonde siblings. “What about me, asshat?” A dark-haired girl with a nose ring and tattoos says as she steps toward us. Bennet rolls his eyes, “And this is Harlow; Harlow is a warrior in training and a pain in everyone’s ass.” Her eyes narrow at Bennet and then turn to me, “You look sweet enough; watch this one; if you want help to kick his ass, let me know.” I giggle at the obvious history these two share, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Reluctantly, I stepped into the circle, too. “All right. Let’s see….” Ms. Piper tapped a finger to her chin as she thought about a scenario for us to act out. So far, they’d all been silly. Like two trash collectors who find a body in a dumpster. But when her green eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, I had a feeling I was in trouble. “I’ve got it!” she said with a wide smile. “Harlow, Brice is your ex-boyfriend, and you desperately want him back!”

“I’ve been the heir to the Harlow family since I was a child. Everyone flatters me, curries favor with me. They respect and admire me only because of my status as the Harlow family heir. “Even you, Mia. If I weren’t the Harlow heir, would you still have feelings for me?” His words left me speechless at that time. If he weren’t the Harlow heir, there wouldn’t have been an engagement between us. We wouldn’t have grown up together. How could there even be a question of love?

"Through the glass." I looked at him. I thought about don't approach him. He had approached me. The distinction felt important. "Mr. Kowalski," I said. Steady. He looked at me for a moment. "How long have you been at Harlow?" "Since September," I said. He nodded slowly. "My son speaks well of the hockey program," he said. He said it as if that was a natural continuation. As if we were having a normal conversation. "That's good to hear," I said.

When I woke up again, I was in bed with my leg bandaged. The family doctor, Dr. Reeves, sat beside the bed, sighing repeatedly. Seeing I was awake, he started rambling. "How could Ms. Harlow be so heartless? She's thrown you away for that man and doesn't care if you live or die. "You two used to be so good together. She learned sign language for you. Whenever she had time, she'd play with you and Jada. Every time I visited, I thought your relationship was so sweet.

Harper's gaze dwindles to the floor. "How are you feeling?" Harvey asks. I walk over to him and say, "Better," though I think it might be a lie. "How are things going here?" Harvey looks to Harper who's arms are crossed. "I didn't mean to get mad at you," she mumbles. "I just got angry when you came in and started yelling at Alo when he's been nothing but nice to me. I know you think he's brainwashed me or whatever, but I actually like him, and I don't appreciate you telling him he'll never see me again. Whether or not his instincts are right about us being magical soulmates, I'm still grateful for him saving me yesterday."

“I’m sorry, I guess. Well, you put me through shit for a guy you didn’t love!” She growled. “I wasn’t thinking about love. I was thinking about another woman overstepping her territory.” “You think Harlow’s in love with Kade?” “I don’t know… Harlow’s in love with power, and I’m scared she could hurt Ivan.” “Ivan…” the dick who left us and allowed Harlow and Baxter to grab me. “Is he—” “Yes, yes! We’re fated, and I didn’t know.” She cupped her face.

Tonight I would lose my virginity to my father’s best friend. “Take them off,” he said, voice harsher. “Now.” --- Kael I watched her scramble to obey. Harlow pulled off her shirt, shimmied out of her skirt, until she sat in nothing but a skimpy lingerie set. Her curves spilled over the lace. Her fair skin looked almost translucent under the dim light. Freckles scattered across her chest like someone had painted them there on purpose. I had wanted her for years. Every Christmas party. Every family dinner. Every time she walked into a room wearing something that made my mouth water. I had looked. I had imagined. I had fucked other women while pretending they were her.

Pierce I look down at a sleeping Harlow, her taste still in my mouth and nearly smack myself just to check that this is real. That I didn't imagine what just happened. I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about what doing something like that to Harlow would be like. My fantasies have been varied, lengthy and detailed. But I knew they could have always remained fantasies and that would have been fine with me. Turns out the real thing is better. So much better.