Jack Harlow Imagines Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.

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.

Harvey immediately opened his eyes again and looked around, only to find himself in his own bedroom. Was this a dream? During his time in confinement, he had often dreamed of returning to this warm and peaceful room in the midst of hunger and cold. Harvey sat up in bed and pulled up his sleeve, only to find no marks on his wrists. He froze. He quickly tore open his shirt and saw that his chest was flawless, without a single scar. All his injuries had vanished. He rubbed his wrists, feeling a slight soreness that confirmed the reality of his ordeal—those days of being imprisoned by Elara had truly happened!

After patting his clothes and saying a prayer, he then told Javier, “It’s a dud. You’re lucky. Looks like you’re blessed. I’ll choose to believe you once then. You can leave now.” Javier, who was chased out of the prayer room, was not quite sure if Harvey was a god or a devil or that he was rotating between the two as he felt like it. One thing was for sure, though. Harvey was aggressive, like a lurking crocodile in the river. It looked like a piece of log,, but one might not even know how their life was lost when one came close. Could the years spent in the business world have cultivated the old man’s aggression? While Javier contemplated, he went through the corridor to return to the hall

“Can’t believe you dared to take a selfie with Harvey looking like that. Gutsy, I’ll give you that.” I opened my photo album—and immediately froze. “James! Go to hell!” I looked awful in the pic. Eyes half-closed, caught mid-blink. Totally unflattering. James, grinning like the devil himself, stuck out his tongue and flopped lazily onto the sofa. “You just wait!” I shouted. If Harvey hadn’t been here, I would’ve tackled James to the floor by now. “No worries,” Harvey said. “Let’s just take another one. I’ll hold the phone this time.”