Mr Harlow Novels & Stories

"Ms. Swenson, you are certainly dedicated to your work." Harvey stood by the door, his face full of haughty arrogance. "Who are you?" Mabel furrowed her brows slightly, she was certain that she had never met this young man before. "Harvey of the Harringtons from Andorry!" Mabel frowned and said, "Oh, it's you!" "Oh? It seems like Ms. Swenson has heard of my name. I must say, I'm flattered," Harvey said with a chuckle. Mabel responded with displeasure, "In broad daylight, you brazenly storm into our Schubert Herbary. Don't you think this is a bit too far?"

It was a success, and they decided to implement it in the company. Harry was one of the major shareholders of the company; he was in his forties, graying, tall, and had an impressive physique for his age. He was also kind and sometimes a bit presumptuous, asking me to do things he should do himself. But I liked him. I met Mary at the exit; it had been a stressful day, but I managed to finish almost all the work. I approached her, waiting for me outside the building. "Wow, you look exhausted," she said.

She saw a shadowy figure standing outside her window, looking in. Fear creeped Harlow's mind but she gathered courage and opened the door where she met Marc looking at her weirdly. “What's wrong?” He asked, touching her forehead. “Uhmm… Nothing for you to worry about.” She started and turned to look away. Harlow was feeling more and more guilty about keeping the secret from her husband, Marc. She knew she had to tell him the truth, but she was afraid of how he would react. As she was wrestling with these thoughts, she noticed that Marc was acting a little strange. He seemed more distant and withdrawn than usual.

“Where to young master “ his personal driver asked him . “Take me home “ he replied and looked away . Through our the drive back home all he could do was think about what to do and get out of this predicament that he had just gotten himself into . He knew for sure that he would get out of it , but no , it was taking a toll on him , even more than he had imagined and now he had to make sure that all of this ends quickly because if he doesn’t then all of the things that he had worked for were going to be wasted . When Harvey got home , the first thing he did was get into the living room but before he could take any other step further , his little girl scream and ran into his arms . “Daddy what

At the same time, their commander sat in a storage room staring at a photograph. The frame was small. Slightly dented at one corner from where it had been thrown into an evacuation bag alongside encrypted drives and ammunition. It contained a single photograph: Mrs Harlow in her kitchen, standing at the stove, one hand on her hip, the other holding a wooden spoon. She was laughing at something off-camera. Her apron was dusted with flour. The kitchen behind her, the one that no longer existed, was clean and warm and filled with light.

She was likely the Chief Elder, judging by how the others respected her with their body language. To her right sat Judge Harlow, someone I recognized from stolen bank records. In person, he seemed even more intimidating, his eyes glowing with a golden light that suggested his wolf side was very close to the surface. Marcus stood off to one side, dressed in formal attire that made him look like supernatural royalty. His expression was neutral, but there was a satisfied glint in his eyes when our gazes met. He thought he had already won—believed this was just a formality before my execution. We would see about that.

She had high hopes that things would change after today. The receptionist ushered them into a warmly lit office. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with titles on psychology, relationships, and human behavior. A large armchair sat near the window, and across from it, a couch. A man rose from behind the desk. He looked to be in his mid-forties, with graying hair and kind brown eyes behind round glasses. He extended his hand with a welcoming smile. “Mr. De Vitalio, Miss Santis. I’m Dr. Harlow. Please, come in. Make yourselves comfortable.”

This time, Harlow stepped out, his usual casual jeans-and-jacket style making him look completely out of place in the glittering penthouse. His eyes scanned the room nervously... until they landed on Cassie. “Harlow!” Cassie exclaimed, standing up quickly. “You’re finally here! I thought you wouldn't come after we left the company.” “Of course I came,” Harlow said, hugging her tightly. “I won't miss this... uhm... is this a celebration or what? What the hell?!” Everyone chuckled, and Harlow pulled back, only to notice Rafael watching him with that same infuriating smirk.

Harlow urged, offering me a little piece of grilled bacon sandwich. “Ouch! You two look like newlyweds! If you want to get married, just say so, and I’ll contact the elders,” Jack taunted. “No,” I said, shaking my head, but Harlow continued to coax me with a casual smile. “Come on, don’t be shy,” Harlow said, his grin still wide. ‘Why does he act like this? What kind of caring gesture is this? Does he think he’s feeding a baby?’ ‘He’s so sweet and kind.’ Mythril sighed again.

~Hudson’s Point of View~ “Rowan McGrath, I’m so pleased Harlow can have you in her life. Now that I’ve become a father it really hits how important family is,” he says, and I shake his hand. He runs way hotter than a shifter, and I have to wonder if Harlow likes that. Though River told me he hasn’t been in her life too long, and hopefully that means they’re not too attached or this conversation isn’t going to go too well.