Romans & histoires Jack Harlow Fanfiction

“Don't try to remember that night, we can start all over again. Like just now, haven't you always been gentle with me?" “Feeling the soft warmth in Quinn's body… ha… just thinking about it…” Harvey laughed happily, his expression was extremely perverted and distorted, the Harvey right now was completely not the Harvey she knew, he was a crazy person, mentally beyond cure. He continued to utter his lewd words:

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."

A large kid was blocking the doorway. “Hey you!” “Me.” Jack points to himself. “Yeah you. I saw you talking to my girl.” “Who’s your girl?” “Harley.” Jack starts to laugh. “What’s so funny?” “You want me to believe that she's your girl.” "Yes.” “Yeah right. How could she ever be interested in a big hairy doofus like you.” The boy now looked angry. “Now you did it. I was going to just warn you but you had to go and say that! I'm going to mess you up.”

I was forced back to Kian's place, where I was lodged between him and the walls with his hands wrapped around my throat in a perfect chokehold while he finger-fucked me. I flinched back in surprise, and my thighs clenched involuntarily with the memory. I quickly scanned around the table to see if anyone was watching me, but they were too busy talking about their new crush. "Hani, you have to tell Lia to get his contact. I am single and ready to get acquainted with that body," Harvey joked, making everyone erupt in laughter, and I couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped my lips. "You all are crazy. Do you want to share a man?" I laughed.

Alaric muttered from behind with Harlow trailing behind him smiling like a little sweet cutie lamb. I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Why would he follow her everywhere? “I wanted breakfast with my family!” I hollered. “He's also a family…" Harlow interjected abruptly. “ And we all can have breakfast together, since you can share your body with whomever you want. '' She added aggressively. What the heck is she talking about now? Who did I share my body with? “ What do you mean Harlow… " Blair interrogated as she stared at me devilishly?

Harlow's grade has been changed to an A. I exhaled. Kael: Thank you. Silas: You owe me. Kael: I know. I set the phone down and looked at Harlow. She had not stirred. Good. She did not need to know about Drake anymore. That chapter was closed. The sun rose higher. Light streamed through the curtains and fell across her face. She wrinkled her nose and turned away from it. "Wake up, brat." "No." "Your grade was changed." Her eyes snapped open. "What?"

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.”

“If you are then you'll tell me the truth. Did Kelsey hire you because that clown will do anything for a story!” “She didn't!” Jericho shook her name. “I…” her voice cracked and tears slipped down her cheeks. “I didn't mean to do that to you. I'm sorry.” “Well, save your tears. I'm done playing nice.” Just as I reached for the collar of her shirt, the door flew open. We both turned in the other direction and found a slackjawed girl wearing my club's jersey. What in hockey’s name is going on? “Ajax? And… Jericho?” The girl whispered.

"Save it. I'm giving you one more opportunity. If you still can't close the deal, believe me—there are plenty of other women who'd love to be Harvey's wife." Harvey pushed open the front door of our home. Our matching slippers were still on the shoe rack by the entryway. Covered in dust. On my craft table, the perler beads project I'd been working on was still sitting there—half-finished letters, the initials of his name. I remembered the day I'd shown it to him, so proud of myself. He ran his fingers over everything. It felt like I was still there beside him. But the ashes in his arms told him the brutal truth.