Romans & histoires Jack Harlow Fanfiction

"But since you refuse to appreciate my goodwill… Remember this—you were the one who rejected me today. Whatever happens in the future is yours to face. Don't say I didn't warn you." After Harlan left, the elite circles in Crownyork buzzed with gossip about me, Edward Gardner. "He actually refused to let his daughter marry the Lowe family's grandson? Who does he think he is? He's nothing more than a leech." "Harlan Lowe personally went to his doorstep, and he still acted all high and mighty. How haughty!" I sat at home, scrolling through the messages on my phone one by one. Someone sent me an anonymous text. "Who do you think you are? Without the Harrisons, you are nothing."

"Shawn, where's my wife? Let her out right now!" Harvey shouted furiously. Shawn instantly wrapped me tightly in the blanket before standing up and shielding me behind him. Harvey's expression darkened as he stepped closer, trying to catch a glimpse of me. Shawn didn't stop him. Instead, he smiled, saying, "She's already mine." Harvey froze at his words with shock rippling through him. His pupils contracted sharply as he stumbled back, staring blankly as though stunned.

Over the next three days, I relied on the precise schedule provided by the scrolling comments and began my "poaching operation". On Tuesday afternoon, Stacy had arranged to meet her second target—the number one assassin in the entire server of "Galaxy Rim," whose in-game ID was "Shadowfang". I changed into a sleek black, form-fitting outfit and arrived at Velvet Club half an hour early. Shadowfang was a rebellious young man with silver hair, carrying a wild and untamed aura in real life. When he stepped up to the booth and saw my face, the admiration in his eyes gave him away completely, and his pace visibly faltered.

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!”

"You are right. I do remember now." "This is awesome now that you both are acquainted," said Autumn with a grin. "Can I come with Tyler to your wedding?" Ella nodded. "Sure, I do not see why you can not." Her eyes gazed to her left and met with Javier's baby blues. He was surrounded by his brothers and when he caught her staring, he gave her a lopsided smile and caused one of his brothers, Draven, to frown. They must have been talking about business or something serious and Javier’s smile weirded him out. Draven looked like he was about to follow Javier's gaze and Ella quickly turned to Autumn and Jessica.

she tells me and I nod. “One of the worst types of assholes, but this is not over. Harlow fell for him and argued with Carly and they stopped being friends,” I say. “Keep in mind they are both Bonnie’s best friend, and Bonnie is my brother’s wife,” I say, and Tatum looks horrified.

It was as if cold water had been poured on her Harah feels the pain because she loves Jack. "Shameless people! I'm telling you! Jack and my sister are having an affair. I've been flirting with her several times. But I ignored it because I believed Jack wouldn't hurt me. But he let me down," Harah said crying. But because of her love for Jack, Harah ignored that.

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.

I don't. His thumb traces the hickey on my neck, Marco's, still visible despite my attempts to cover it. The touch is gentle. Almost reverent. Completely at odds with the violence I just witnessed. "And I've been jealous," Harvey admits, his ice-blue eyes locked on mine. "So fucking jealous I can barely breathe. Jealous of my best friends for having what I want. For touching you and for making you scream their names." His other hand braces against the wall beside my head, caging me in.