Jack Harlow Imagines Novels & Stories

– Aurora tried to suppress her smile and softly called out. - Luckily, I thought there was going to be a fight. – He said as he lifted his foot. - It seems like they were following you from before, what did you do? Jump from a building or draw for five minutes? - No. Harvey shook his head and replied, but just a few seconds later, he suddenly remembered what he had done on the road. He should have let the bakery owner and the glass cabinet fall down instead of being a good person. The fall wouldn't kill her, but once he was discovered, it would be difficult for him to live.

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.

“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:

“President Hill, you and President Jones already divorced a long time ago. Can’t you just go along your own way? If words of what you said here got out, it’d affect President Jones’ marriage.” “Isn’t that great?” Shaun raised his eyebrows. He had already become adept at being a shameless homewrecker. The corners of Harvey’s mouth twitched. “No. As a person, this is not right…” “Then, I can not be a person.” Harvey stammered. “...But, if you’re not a person, what will you be?” “A simp.” Shaun’s expression showed no care at all. Harvey looked at Shaun’s arrogant, handsome face. He was stunned. He did not know what Shaun had experienced to have made him like this.

"Your shoulder blade is leaking fresh vitals. What if a rival pack smells your blood and executes another ambush in the dark?" "The last trench battle was a complete fluke because some low-life mixed wolf-bane into my water flask, leaving my beast totally paralyzed and weak," Harvey says, scratching his flattop hair while a bright pink flush covers his chiseled cheeks. "Now my paws are firmly planted back inside my own regional sector line. My warriors dominate this forest, so my heart harbors zero fear of a secondary strike."

“Stop. Just listen. They know where you are. They always know. That burner number? Do you think it’s clean? I only called you because if you die not knowing what’s coming, I won’t sleep again.” His pulse triggered immediately. “You’re making it sound like I’m being hunted.” “Because you are.” He sat up straighter, “So what now? I just rot out here while everyone online calls me a fame-hungry whore?” “You let the storm pass.” “I don’t think they’re waiting for it to pass, Harlow. I think they’re building one.” Harlow replied,low and careful, “You need to stop digging. Stop trying to remember things you don’t remember. Because if it all comes back—”

“And these dreams she’s having, that’s more of the footage that we can splice in, right?” “You catch on fast.” “Glad you notice.” “So now Harlow’s got enough to go to his superiors with.” “Really? A bunch of dreams and darknet links no one else has seen? That’s pretty flimsy evidence.” “Okay, well let’s say his boss owes him a favour or two and he calls it in, in spite of his boss’s scepticism. He tracks down this guy . . . ” “Finally.” “Shut up. He tracks down this guy to a dodgy cab office or something, only to find he’s alive and well. Not dead, not tortured, not anything and not in any kind of trouble either.”

Harvey shifted slightly so he could hold me closer, his warmth making me feel like nothing could touch us out here. “You know,” Harvey said after a few moments of silence, “when I was younger, I always imagined my life would be simple. I thought I’d run my family’s business, get married, have kids, and live happily ever after. But life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you.” I looked up at him, curious. “Do you regret any of it? The way things turned out?”

Harvey decided to take a stroll outside to help himself think better and to stretch his muscles. He didn't know what Jacinda was planning or what evil intentions she might have. And how did she know about his past? How in the world did she know what he had wanted, craved for many years? Could she read minds? No, he thought it impossible. She can't read minds. She's not Elijah. This woman was hard to guess and hard to read. Perhaps she had been doing or collecting information about him. What a scheming smart woman. He would have taken his hats off for her.

~Godfrey’s Point of View~ “What… what is this place,” Harlow says, clearly nervous. No, already scared shitless. Her poor human heart is nearly beating out of her chest. It makes my black little heart almost flutter. The strong waft of an infant is practically oozing off of her, and if I didn’t have so much practice at denying my temptation it might be impossible. Could Luc resist it? I’m not entirely sure. It would be quite the gamble. All I need is to put him on trial for draining a teenager.