Messiah Harris Novels & Stories

RHETT We broke the hug and I led them inside. I wasn’t glad that Andy came with her, because I hate him as much as I hate Ricky and I believe my hate for him is justifiable because you can’t hate a master and hate his servant. Offered a seat in the room, they sat side by side, while I sat on a small sofa, facing them, with sad look of a mourning fellow on my face. Cassey had the basket she brought with her dropped at the centre table, which grimed with sweet smelling glass oil which the servants of the fort had used in polishing it clean.

She saw Seviere standing beside the throne while 4 people are currently kneeling down the stairs, receiving blessings from Carzus, the new emperor. 'Whaaat? So I'm ... I'm late for the ... Does that mean ...' She can't finish the words running through her mind, it's just so disappointing that the moment she's been waiting for so long slipped through her grasp. Everybody looked at her and were all flustered. She didn't know why they suddenly looked like that after seeing her standing at the side, but her sight went all black and she lost consciousness.

"Hmm?" "Come, I want you to meet my beta, my tracker, and the leader of the pack warriors," Michael said and I instantly look at Lincoln, he just nodded at me as a sign that it was okay for me to leave him in a bit. I immediately walked over to Michael where he was happily talking to three men. I think I already know one of them, the leader of the pack warriors since he's the one who captured me and throws me in the cellar. "Hey mate, I want you to meet Maddox, he's my beta. This is Carrick, the pack tracker and I believe you already met this other guy here, Henry, the leader of the pack warriors." Michael introduces me to the other men and I just smile at them.

Everything else —Lucius’ double-cross, Dad being taken hostage, the ransom— has nothing to do with him. Former Red Raven or not, Gabriel is a civilian now. There’s no need to get him involved further. It’s best if we cut ties now while things are still relatively clean and clear. If I’m being perfectly honest, I’m still painfully aroused by the whole encounter. I shake my head, doing my best to refocus and forget about the heat of his touch. I don’t have the luxury of time right now. The clock’s ticking and I still don’t have any idea what Dad’s coded message is supposed to mean. Hell, I don’t even know if these accounts are real or how Lucius found out about them in the first place.

“Do you understand what that means, Harrison? The Hemsworth title restored. Timothy Hemsworth is the rightful heir. Our names — both of ours — burned to ashes.” Madison settled into the plush cushion by the open window, and the city spread like a glittering web below. She crossed one leg over the other with the ease of someone who has always owned every room she enters. “So,” she asked, voice cool and even, “what do we do now, Harris?”

I'm dried up, emotionless as I lie there, my life falling apart piece by piece. I'd lost my family and my boyfriend all within a space of a few months. Trevor tried to kill me and almost succeeded. I'd found out my father wasn't my real father. I'd found out my real father was actually a deranged psycho cop that should have been locked up years ago. I've been shot, beaten, put in a coma. My body is shutting down from years of pain and misery and my mind is going downhill with it. My mental health is at an all time low and I feel trapped inside a dark hole, alone.

She was quick to usher the woman and her lawyer to the interrogation room, leaving the rest behind. "He's following her, Dave. He's a very evil man, I don't have to see the file to know what happened. You have to make this right, Dave." Lisa said as soon as Ian leaves to get the Turner's file from his desk. Lisa Monroe had been the precinct outsource help, because of her ability to see the dead. Dave had outsourced her parents before both died in an accident. Lisa had struggled with her ability, but after their passing, she managed to pick herself up, and now become the replacement of her parents.

Kadrick reminds me, tilting his head in a way that dares me to say otherwise. "I know that," I respond quietly. Isaiah is a terrible person. It's something I've known for most of my life, when his father came into my village and burned it down, killing my entire family. He has passed laws similar to what his father did, and made public announcements to secure how he feels about his own Pack and people. But meeting him in person has revealed more to me that I thought I would witness. "You're not starting to doubt this mission, are you?" Kadrick's eyes are narrowed on me. I often wonder if he would still be with me if I decided to step down from the rebellion. Malin likely wouldn't be my frien

He was the modern Messiah of America for many. Last month, he was said to prevent earthquakes in Peru. He even prayed that the flash floods in Texas stop. And it did. With his congregation, they also saved lives when he appealed to the public to donate money for the restoration of a jungle where animals and plants lost their home after a wildfire recently. In addition, he raised donations for cancer patients for a foundation. He was also helping non-government organizations find online volunteers to help and support their mission. As the prominent modern Messiah of America, he championed kindness and compassion, and empathy.