Jack Harlow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But so far, she hadn't found anything incriminating. Harlow had been feeling down lately. She wasn't sure why, but she just couldn't shake the feeling of sadness that had been weighing on her. She found herself wandering into space, she was damn well that she saw Blair administering something in Jade's room, and it was also a miracle to her that Blair had disappeared for some minutes and Jade was healed afterward. Furthermore, she was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Alaric approaching her until he was standing right in front of her.

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.”

"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.

Hira Harlow's life is destroyed when her ex-boyfriend leaks a deepfake video that turns her into the center of a public scandal. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her teammates, and suspended by hockey captain Alaric Jeremiah, she leaves everything behind for a fresh start in Los Angeles. Instead, she finds Alaric waiting in her new home, now her future stepbrother. Determined to reclaim her place on the ice, Hira refuses to let the past define her. But the closer she gets to Alaric, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth behind his actions or the dangerous pull between them. With an obsessive ex, a jealous fiancée, and secrets that threaten to destroy them both

“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.

Harlow urged, offering me a little piece of grilled bacon sandwich. “Ouch! You two look like newlyweds! If you want to get married, just say so, and I’ll contact the elders,” Jack taunted. “No,” I said, shaking my head, but Harlow continued to coax me with a casual smile. “Come on, don’t be shy,” Harlow said, his grin still wide. ‘Why does he act like this? What kind of caring gesture is this? Does he think he’s feeding a baby?’ ‘He’s so sweet and kind.’ Mythril sighed again.

Now that girl who believed in love was dead—her life eaten up by his twisted need for revenge. Memories crashed through Harvey's mind like a tidal wave. "Ahhhhh!" Harvey's scream ripped through the air as he dropped to his knees, clawing at the ashy ground, scooping up charred debris like he could piece me back together. He didn't care that his suit was trashed or that his hands were bloody, nails ripped to shreds. He slammed his forehead against the dirt, voice cracking. "Leah! Don't lie to me! You wouldn't just die like this! Please—come back!"

he inquired. "I'm in school, but I'm still absent because my entire body hurts," Lora replied. Harvey had begun to sympathize with Lora since the incident with the healer, but he was still proud. He treasured the lovely compliments in his heart, while Lora was still a slave to him. He couldn't face the thought of hurting the girl, no matter how much he despised it. "You look horrible. No wonder you're still a slave," Harvey sneered to mask his beating heart. When the indications of love began to surface, he constantly avoided them.

“Give me options. And –uhm– I hope Hara doesn't mind me visiting. Where is she? I'd love to say hello to her,“ She said in delight. Her words jabbed at my heart and I immediately went sullen again. I mind-linked Jay and he showed up in no time. “Take Tiffany on a tour around the house. And while you're at it, give her a brief on Hara and Jason.“ “Uh-sure,“ Jay replied skeptically. But then goes ahead to mind-link me, “Are you sure it's safe to tell her about what happened to Hara and Jason? She's human, and might use the information against you, “ Jay was a smart-ass. Using mind-links to send through his doubts because both Tiffany and the other human female wouldn't notice. Epic! “I trust h