Jack Harlow Parents Novels & Stories

I wasn’t surprised but I wondered what Harvey felt about Ethan and how close he used to be with Hayden. “The two of them used to be close, right?” I asked curiously. “Yes. Your father made it that way,” Harvey said as his eyes narrowed at me. I see. So, he does know that Jack was my father. It seemed like Harvey knew everything. Whether he found out by himself of if Hayden told him everything, I wasn’t sure. “My father…” I mumbled. “Honestly, I wasn’t a big fan of Jack despite how much my father trusted him and despite how much Hayden got along with him. I always felt like he had a hidden agenda, and I don’t think that I’m wrong,” Harvey stated matter-of-factly.

I continue. Blake put a hand on my face and rubs his thumb in circles, but he does not say anything. I continue, “My parents were so busy trying to make sure I was happy that they forgot about Harlan. That was shitty of them. Harlan also said that I was always so good at everything that being around me always made him feel like a loser.”

His voice cracked slightly, a tremor betraying the emotions he tried to conceal. I shook my head, stepping back instinctively. “No. No, you’re wrong. My parents died when I was a baby. I don’t… I don’t even know who you are.” Diego’s gaze softened, his expression a painful blend of longing and grief. “I am your father, Harlow. And your mother… she was the light of my life. She had the same fire in her spirit that you showed tonight. When I saw you wield that power, I knew. There’s no mistaking it.”

flash back. Because of the embarrassment the Colemans got, they got all angry and kicked Harah out. Harah remembered how Jack's entire family hated her. Although Aryah only adopted them and considered her their maid while Aryah was treated normally. When Jack confessed to Harah in front of their whole family, Jack's parents couldn't do anything because of his stubbornness.

Vivian's wild laughter froze on her face. She looked at Felix in disbelief, then mechanically turned around and rushed toward the two damaged headstones. She frantically wiped the dog urine off the headstone with her Chanel sleeve. Finally, she saw the inscription clearly: [Melvin Gardner] and [Sharon Murphy], along with the photos of her parents. "No! That's impossible!" She muttered to herself, her face turning deathly pale. She whipped around and lunged at me like a madwoman, grabbing my collar tightly. "Weren't those your parents?! Weren't they supposed to be those two hicks from your hometown?! How did they become my parents? Ezekiel, tell me!"

01~ Mia Harper The alarms rang, and I just wanted to stay in bed. Another stressful day... how did last night pass so quickly? I thought to myself as I got up from bed. My name is Mia Harper, the first child of my late parents, Henry and Kate Harper. After the tragic passing of my parents, I was left to cater for Jeremiah, my not-so-little younger brother. Jere, who is now in his third year of college, has a knack for getting on my nerves; I can hardly think of a day he hasn’t used his height as a getaway to mock me. Well, it’s not my fault that I’m short.

I clench my fists and my jaw. “Kenna and Bella bonded over the topic of peace or some lame thing as such. They spoke about running away from the world of lies, I now know that they were talking about the world of both the business and mafia, away to an island. Far away from everything and build their world together with their children. How adorable that their children are doing it now!” Harlow exclaims. A teardrop visibly slid down his temple. “I found it odd how quickly they became close, their first meet made it seem like they had known each other for ages,” Harlow speaks tenderly, his voice soft, his mind roaming in that memory, “My mother, the only person who loved me and wanted to save

Harlow about what her husband had done. A few weeks later, I fell sick and Mrs. Harlow discovered that I was pregnant. She was so disappointed in me and wanted to know who the father of the baby was as she insisted on making him take responsibility. I did not want to speak because I was afraid of breaking up a happy home but Mrs. Harlow insisted that I mention the name. Mr. Harlow was very angry about it and also kept insisting that I tell them who got me pregnant. Eventually, I opened up and told them that he was the one. He denied vehemently and swore that he never did such a thing and all that. I told Mrs Harlow that he wasn't in his right mind when it happened and she believed me, but Mr

“Not just to see her. I found some information about that Cara girl. I thought you would want to know. Then I thought why not hit two birds with one stone. I can speak to you and I can see an old friend.” “What about Cara?” Stevens asks and I give him a warning look not to mention her death. Harlow looks around nervously, “Maybe we could go somewhere a little more quiet?” I gesture to my office and he waits until the door closes behind us. “Firstly, I want to say I categorically did not know anything about what I’m going to tell you. I still haven’t gone through all of my father’s things. He kept a shit tonne of paperwork, more than what is necessary for a pack of our size and to be honest,

Delara's face that made me sit forward. "Then you don't know everything," she said. "Courtney Hart was not simply a brave young woman who stumbled onto dangerous information. She was manipulated, yes. Frightened, yes. But she was brought into Harlow's circle before any of that. She got involved with him before she understood what he was and by the time she did—" She stopped. "She was already pregnant." I went very still. "Harlow is Nyla's father," she said. Plainly. No softening.