Justin Hartley Novels & Stories

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

AUREL The next day, during practice Hartley has missed the same pass four times in a row, and the fifth time he does it I know he's doing it on purpose. We've got the season opener against Brookfield in nine days. Nine days. And our second-line winger is fanning on tape-to-tape passes a peewee could land, grinning a little every time the puck slides past his stick, looking over at me to make sure I saw. "Hartley." I skate over, trying not to lose my cool, because I'm captain and that's the job. "What's going on, man. That's the fourth one."

His voice is smooth, respectful—but firm. It’s no surprise he recognizes Arthur. Arthur is a big shot. Justin reaches into his pocket with practiced ease, retrieving a sleek business card between his fingers. With a smooth motion, he hands it over, his lips curving into a confident smile. “I’m Justin Cent, director of Melodias Music School,” he announces, his voice carrying the crisp professionalism of a man who knows his name holds weight. “I didn’t expect to run into you tonight, not in a city this vast. Meeting Arthur Newtown? That’s the last thing I’d have imagined.”

He sighed as he sat in the back seat of his car, not even interested in going to the club to have his usual fun, as nothing seemed interesting to him again except the thought about Olima. Dressed in a black business suit, Justin was still going for his training to take over his father's company. He stared out through the car window, and his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure, walking dejectedly, just as Jesse arrived at the estate gate with his car.

Alpha Ethan smiled. I nodded as I walked out of the building hurriedly. I had been so tense that I had been covered in sweat. It was as if I had just been removed from an incubator. Well, since he had assigned something to me, it was up to me not to disappoint him and work hard to help promote the pack's business.

"So we have time. Not unlimited time, but time. Tyler — what do you have?" "Working," Tyler said. His voice had the focused quality she recognized as him operating at the edge of his capability and meeting it. "One of the three board members — Hartley — has a stepson who registered a property trust in 2021. A residence on Garnet Island, twelve miles off the Connecticut coast. Private ferry access only. No public listing."

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

H E R A "But things have changed now; and you'll have to adjust. Especially when you mention the kids." "Yeah, I get it, but he should have discussed it with me." "You're not mistaken, but remember who we're talking about. This is Thomas Morris. He's not one to initiate conversations. He's all about taking action. Doing. In his world, that's how things get accomplished. He's not your average guy, Hera. If you're looking for someone who communicates openly, Thomas isn't the right person for you. He's a man of action. He acts before he speaks, and you need to be prepared for that."

" As the discussion buzzed, Justin made his way through the crowd until he stood before the Taylors. "Hello, Mr. Winston. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Justin greeted politely, his hand raised despite his immobility. A gentle and humble smile graced his lips as he continued, "I'm Jasper's brother and the eldest son of the Beckett family, Justin Beckett."