Justin Hartley Novels & Stories

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

About the man himself. Dominic Hartley was not a performative person. That was one of the things I had found so difficult about the marriage and also, in a different context, one of the things that had made me trust him initially. He did not do things for appearance. He had never cared what people thought in the social, surface way that a lot of people in his world cared. His decisions were internal. He made them quietly, from somewhere settled in himself, and then executed them without fanfare.

Throughout it all, Margaret never once looked back at Gavin. As she slid into the passenger seat, the assistant suddenly shouted from behind them, "Ms. Chapman, you're really cruel! Mr. Hartley came straight from the hospital! He had just come out of the ICU, his body barely recovered! He flew over ten hours to Endrophia, then took a long car ride to this little town. There were moments on the way when he almost died!" The assistant's eyes were red, his voice trembling with frustration. "Ms. Chapman, I always thought you really loved Mr. Hartley, but now I see—maybe not."

Carter. *************************************************

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

“I am so sorry. She has never done something like this before, it’s not like her… I’m Remi, glad to meet you both, your names are?” “I’m Sydney Carter, my husband here,” she pauses and gives him a nudge to pay attention. “I’m Benjamin Carter, the old, retired Alpha,” he laughed. His laugh is just like Wyatt’s except it’s an older, wiser laugh, I love seeing how much Wyatt takes after his parents. “Hey, we had some food catered, would you all like to head back and grab a bite?” Wyatt announced to everyone. My parents and grandma came over to me, grandma first spoke, “you did wonderfully dear, do you feel any different?” I giggled, “not with the magical stuff yet grandma, it’s weird though, I

The ref calls it, and Russell releases the guy, making him cough and wheeze in pain, holding his throat as the ref comes, grabs Russell's hand, and lifts it high above his head in victory. I can't help but look at him admiration. I'm still scared shitless, but happy for my man. He's indeed a good fighter, and I know he will do wonders. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

It was three in the morning and I was driving around New York pretending I was out clearing my head. It was just a fucking lie I told myself to pretend I knew what I was doing when it came to Hazel. My phone rang just as I pulled up to the address Ivan had gotten me. “Carter is in. The shipments will be arriving soon. I don’t know what you said to him but it worked. “ Of course, it fucking worked. I was the most powerful and dangerous man in New York. A lot of his actions were motivated by fear. I was unforgiving and everybody knew it. Carter was smart to accept my escorts, drinks, and deals.

“I’m Damian Westwood. CEO of Arclight.” I force a professional smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Westwood.” “Likewise… Miss?” “Hartley” His eyes flicker, recognition flashing behind them. “Right. Well, shall we begin?” I nod, folding my hands together. This meeting is about to get very very personal. I'm going to make him so uncomfortable. Pour out my despair into this meeting. Okay Hartley Holdings, let's make a clown of Damian Westwood.