Jack Harlow Imagines Novels & Stories

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!

“Bro, look. Lucky, I stopped her. If this tomboy had thrown herself at you, your ribs might’ve cracked.” Harvey glanced at James’ hand, and the corner of his pale pink lips lifted slightly… just enough to resemble Scarlett’s signature smirk. “She’s so skinny, that wouldn’t happen,” he said casually as he strolled into the villa. Under the lights, Harvey looked every bit the fantasy—tall and elegant, hands in his coat pockets. The collar of his jacket covered part of his jawline, and even his side profile looked like it belonged in a high-end comic series… straight out of a modern-day fairy tale.

Harlow asks when I stay quiet. "I'm not sure what you mean by progress." I choose my words slowly, knowing they'll be written down. "I guess I'm... calmer." Dr. Harlow's smile doesn't change. "That's not quite what we're looking for. Have you had any new thoughts about the conspiracy ideas you've been holding on?" "They're not ideas." The words slip out before I can stop them. Dr. Harlow glances at the nurse by the door. "I see. Maybe Henry can share his experience with similar strong beliefs?"

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

"Good thinking. Harlow's been rather quiet for the moment, hasn't he?" "I suppose I have," Harlow replied. "I suppose I was just enjoying listening to your little tactical blunder." I could've kicked myself. How long had my comms been left open? It was a small wonder the Apollo had been so good at following me-Harlow had heard everything I'd been saying! "You've proven useful to me, Jax," Harlow leered. "I've had fun listening to your assumptions about the range and limits of Project Apollo, and I've got to tell you-they're all wrong."

Harlow orders, bouncing in her seat. I do as I’m told, feeling the soft brush against my eyelids. “What color are we starting with?” I ask, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “Blue and purple!” she chirps happily. Of course. “So, like… war paint?” “Like a rainbow warrior!” I peek one eye open, catching my reflection in the mirror. “Princess, I look like I just got punched by a unicorn.” Harlow beams, nodding in approval. “Exactly!”

HARLOW STOOD FROZEN TO THE SPOT; she could not comprehend the person staring back at her. At first, she thought it might be her imagination. Harlow was missing him so much to the point that she was imagining him standing there. The thing was, her imagination didn't look this real, which meant he was there in flesh and bones. "Hey," he greeted. Yep, not her imagination! Her thoughts were jumbled up in her brain, and she couldn't obtain a proper reply back. Harlow just stood there, mouth wide open and eyes broad as saucers.

Declan returns to the map, but the tension in his shoulders is now different—not just anger, but the disturbing recognition that he may have completely underestimated his enemy. I remain on the sofa, hugging my own knees. Harvey’s invisible cage has just expanded, swallowing not only my mind but reality itself outside. And for the first time, I wonder if Declan’s brute force will be enough to break walls that are not made of stone, but of perfectly documented lies. Six sentences. Harvey neutralized a federal investigation with six sentences spoken in a neutral voice, transforming terrorism into personal tragedy, kidnapping into a nervous breakdown. That is exactly what he did to me for six y

“He couldn’t even peel my fingers from his neck. Did you choose him on looks? Because I think we can all agree, he is not that scary.” “You cunt!” Harlow looks around, but it is just the four of us and a dead body. His brow is dipped into a deep frown, deciding whether or not to attack. He would be stupid to try anything. However, as annoying as he is, I needed him alive to help little Wolf get her answers. “Now, now, don’t go throwing words around that you don’t understand,” Stevens muses. Harlow growls at us and jabs a finger towards my little wolf. “I wanted to apologise to her for my actions, but now you have gone and killed my Beta. How will it look to my people if I do nothing?”

“Yeah. Try to find out where they brought it and what charges they are preparing to press against us. If we catch it in time, I can speak with our judge and ensure that the case gets settled under his adjudication. If we miss that it’s going to be complicated.” Harvey is already rumbling again, just adding to my anger as I see a beauty in a bomber jacket, and totally wrapped in a thick scarf and a wool hat. I laugh to myself as I see that she is declining a pushy dock worker who wants to help her down the few steps, no one would be struggling to descend. As she turns towards me and walks over the wooden bridge, she rolls her eyes with a big smile. “Araaaawn,” Harvey moans, making me realize