Novel & Cerita Jack Harlow Fanfiction

No, not my name. "Hey, Quarterback!" Laureen shouted down the hall. "Mind clearing up the rumors? Did you really sleep with Nosy Elsa?" Everything stopped; The hallway, my breath, time itself. Jace looked up from his group. His eyes landed on mine. And for a second, I felt hopeful that he won't lie, that he'd say something kind. He walked toward us, hands in his pockets. People leaned in. Sarah squeezed my arm. "He won’t lie. He can’t."

“...when someone finally shows me a little kindness, you lose your mind and accuse me of cheating? You don’t get to do that anymore. You don’t own me. You never did!!!” Jonathan started breathing quickly, his fists clenching. “So what, you’re just gonna leave me? After everything?” “Yes!” Harlow shouted, his whole body trembling. “I’m done! I don’t want this toxic shit anymore. I want out. Do you hear me, Jonathan? I’m done with you!” The words hung heavy in the air. For a moment, Jonathan just stared at him, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He’d never seen Harlow like this, defiant, unafraid. And it made his blood boil.

Her chest tightened at her words, and the corners of her lips quirked upwards, almost in amusement. "Oh, has he not told you about his past? It's quite something. His brother, Sabin, kept rambling on and on when we injected him with a dose of our serum." Harlow gritted her teeth together, struggling against the straps, locking her down. "Do you want to know how violent and monstrous your mate is, Harlow?" Harlow shook her head. "I won't believe anything you say."

She says to Parker, and he smiles, getting closer to her. “Okay, no, that will not happen. I told you my friends are off-limits, Parker,” I say, and Harlow rolls her eyes as she shoves a strawberry into her mouth. “You’re no fun, you’re not the only want that wants an older man to fill in the gaps,” Harlow says I go wide-eyed and she realizes what she said and she fake coughs. “You know that Jason Momoa is a lot older than you, right?” She says and I can feel my heart rate going back to normal as Peter tightens his grip around my shoulder.

"The way I see it, you can give yourself time to heal and it will be painful before you forget her or you can go after her like a normal person and not give up till she agrees to go out with you. Then you can only treat her like your partner, not something you bought." "None of that sounds good." "Nothing good comes easy." "How am I supposed to learn how to love a woman in my thirties?" "Because you were too dumb to learn when you should've. You got money way too early and you got full of yourself very quickly." "And you enjoy reminding me." Jack gave Ben the famous Jack Lawson death glare but it clearly had no effect on him. "Is that all?" "Actually, no. I'm getting married but to Jess."

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.

Daniel counted the years and it somewhere landed between those months. "So Mr. Jack Charles. Evan is our child". Daniel smiled softly. It was a new feeling that warmed his heart. He had no intention to steal him, or kidnap him. He wanted to gain his trust again. Jack's and then Evan. And then he had to swipe that Nine away. Jack belonged to him, as he belonged to Jack. Forever. He was never in any relationship after Jack left him. And he never wanted because apparently Jack had set his standards so high that he knew no one can ever reach his heart and mind.

The last time Jack texted me, it had been this: "Sorry, but it was truth or dare and I drew 'confess to the dorkiest, dumbest girl in class and date her for a day,' so I picked you. Don't take it seriously. Vivian's the one I've always wanted." I'd just stared at it. Before I could even hand over the gift I'd bought for our date, Vivian's message had come popping in too. "You actually thought Jack would want you? The girl at the very bottom of the class? Go look in a mirror." "Jack and I are leaving for New York together for school. Someone like you would be lucky to get into a community college. From now on, do us a favor and don't tell people we're from the same town. It's humiliating."

"The Ravager Wolves are not the only team we play against." "So you prefer to lose to the Ravagers?" Jax demanded, turning sharply to follow me. "No," I said, spinning around to face him. "All I am saying is that I do not care about those fans, whether they leave or not. And Val will be mine soon. I’ve already taken care of that." Jax froze, his stick resting flat on the ice. "What do you mean by that, Harold?" "I mean to say that Horace and Val’s relationship is fake," I said, a confident smirk finally returning to my face. "And you of all people should see it."