Jack Harlow Imagines Novels & Stories

Harvey stammered, "J-Just let him go… I'll delete everything I have." Still, James warned him, "You'd better make up your mind, and don't think about playing tricks. Otherwise, we would just capture him again—and when we do that, it won't just be physical torture." Harvey certainly had a plan and he glared at James after what he said. James sneered right then. "What's that look for? Did you fall in love with me?"

A custom, which the cunning Harvey chose to abuse while he was still aboard the estate. Harvey is a stout,balding man who closely resembles a garden gnome if he dressed as one. The only edge that he has among the other arms dealer that roamed the planet was that he lived longer and that he was extremely strong for his diminutive stature and weak appearance. He saw this offer as a way go make his dynasty in the arms world ten times stronger because as of now, his gift aside from telepathy was to make other people see from his own perspective. Harvey can deceive the mind and even if his gift was considered desirable and strong to many, he, however believes that having more is better. Tonight,

Harvey said before grinning at Hayden. “I was never fond of that idea…” Hayden replied. “Peace between the two gangs led by the two boys that he chose. That was the dream that Jack had. It doesn’t hurt to hear Ethan out. Maybe Torex can benefit from some mini peace treaty so that we can move on and focus more on raking in cash,” Harvey said dreamily. “Always the businessman, aren’t you?” Hayden teased, although he was half serious. “Of course. I told you that I was trained differently,” Harvey said followed by a chuckle.

This was the first time he had fallen in love with anyone, hell he had never said the words out loud to anyone but they suddenly felt like a raging volcano within him, waiting to erupt. Dawn came at last. Jack got up and took a shower. He looked for nice casual clothes and his best perfume to wear. He carefully looked himself over in the mirror, he was dressing to impress. He forced some breakfast down his throat, he didn't want to look like a starving animal when he finally made it where he was going. It was important to be in the best shape possible when the time came.

The rest of the day seemed like a blur, filled with pats on the back and admiring glances from the younger boys who now saw him differently. Night eventually settled over the orphanage. Jack lay face up on his cot, the ceiling above him dissolving into shadows. He was thinking of Harley. She was the only girl on his mind, her image flickering behind his eyes like a candle he refused to let burn out. Jack held up the Joker card, turning it over in the moonlight that slipped through the window. He twirled it in his fingers, watching the way the light caught its worn edges. Jack smiled, a small, private smile meant only for himself. "Harley," he whispered, "you could be the start of my better l

Claire paused. Then she set down the magnifying glass with complete confidence. “I believe this is a reproduction.” Several of the senior experts beside her visibly hesitated. One of them spoke cautiously. “Miss Moore, you may want to take another look. This is the sort of piece where even experienced appraisers can make mistakes.” Claire smiled. “I’ve looked closely, Professor Davis. This is a very sophisticated modern reproduction.” Walter’s smile remained in place. But his eyes cooled. “Oh? What makes you say that?”

His eyes widened with a sparkle of wonder, as if he was crowning his dreams right there. “Who are you calling Alpha?” Harlow’s voice interrupted my conversation with Jack. His hair was slightly disheveled, and sweat glistened on his temples and arms. His hands, covered in black latex gloves, carried a stack of firewood, which he then carefully arranged for the main bonfire. “Come on, Harlow. We’ve talked about this many times.” Jack swung his legs, then turned to face Harlow. His body leaned toward Harlow, who was still busy with the fire.

Parker asks, and I take a deep breath as I bite my tongue. “Why do you think Einstein?” Harlow says, snatching her phone back. “Oh Carly, There’s plenty left for you, if you want I can come around now and rock your world,” he says and Carly looks directly into the camera and laughs loudly. “You can’t even rock a boat let alone a world, get a fucking life and leave me alone, Parker,” Carly says, and he smiles and then immediately changes his facial expression, pretending to be hurt. “I’m going, finish this later?” Parker says as he slaps Harlow’s ass and she smiles, but stops almost immediately.

I order him on call. “Damn it!” I hit the box in front of me. “Brother, get yourself together, and think this through,” Harlow tells me. “I can’t think straight right now, Harlow, she looked so frail in that image, and it’s all my fault that she’s there right now!” I sit down in frustration.

I hoped Harlow was off to do something dirty like the dirty old man he was. Later, Mane and I found Harlow in a restaurant in one of the city suburbs. It was a very private and exclusive one and we were only allowed in because I had a Milner Inc. ID and I lied that I was there to meet with the COO. Mane passed off as the company’s driver with his fake ID.