Steve Harrington Imagines Novels & Stories

Is there a specific style you'd want us to incorporate? ‘I want her to look ethereal, like the goddess she is.' I was reading all of his texts in his voice, so my stomach was doing a backflip. I couldn't stop myself from wondering if he was saying those words because he thought I was a stranger. Of course, Stephen Harrington had to keep a profile in public, too. Even with a woman whom he might never meet, he was being the perfect man. ‘What kinds of dresses do you think she looks good in?’ I sent it back, curious as to what he thought again.

Now the project was delayed; the deadline was tight, and on top of that, they’d wasted their big boss Sam Harrington’s, multibillionaire and head of the Harrington Empire, time and money. Everyone, Daniel included, respected and worshiped Sam Harrington, a most hardworking, disciplined, generous, and honorable man. Sam was like the sun to them all, giving light to those in the dark and warmth to those in the cold. He helped many grow under his radiance through his ability to save companies that had gone under, startup inventive businesses before anyone saw the opportunity, and do ludicrous deals everyone was too afraid of.

although nobody called him that to his face. The third man was the project leader, Steven Harrington, widely regarded throughout the scientific community as the most brilliant physicist since Albert Einstein. He was a fireplug of a man whose shock of white hair rivaled the unruly mop of his idol. Brennan’s fingers suddenly stopped moving. “It’s done,” he said. “The final update is in place. All that’s left is to send it.” Harrington clapped his hands together once. “Excellent. These next few minutes will change the course of human history.”

Skylar said with sadness. “Don’t worry Skylar just a few more months, then after that, you can take your company back and with our hard work, we will restore the former glory of Stark industries. I am sure you can make it, just let me execute my master plan to destroy Harrisons, then nobody will come between you and Stark industries.” “But, Steve bro, how will you do all this?” Ethan asked. “Yes, Steve, what are your plans?” Matthew said. “Alright, today I will tell you all my plans.”

"He has not. Give me a little credit. I came up with a good idea on how we can work together." "Which is?" "I'm calling Jason Hart's manager to set up a post-game interview asking about his foundation. And right now, someone downstairs is calling the cancer center to compare bone marrow numbers from before and after the drive at the stadium." Steve nods his head once. "Wow. Nailed it. How come I didn't think of that?" "My guess is, when you found out there was a switch-a-roo, you stomped off like a child, pouting instead of thinking it through."

No words, just a flick of his fingers toward Petrov before turning and walking away into the shadows. I didn’t understand the signal he made, but the second he vanished from sight, my lungs began working properly again. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath. But no amount of air could erase the image of him, chained and convulsing like a beast, from my mind. The mighty Dante Harrington—tied up, drugged, caged like a monster in his own mansion. Why? Who would dare? Who could even survive after attempting such madness? I had no answers. But if I wanted to stay alive, I had to forget what I saw. Or pretend I had.

At the top of this caption, I saw a picture of Tyler wearing the big coat, shoes, and trousers, just as he was dressed in this interview with AM News. Immediately after reading the caption, I smirked and took a gentle sip of my wine. Then I began to read the rest of the newspaper. “Today, Mr. Harrington was seen in an interview session with AM News and has been saying a lot of things, including that he wanted the matters from his previous marriage to remain a secret. However, he plans to marry the same woman he divorced. Isn’t this odd?

Dante forcefully suppressed the anger in his chest and spoke to all of the news media reporters present at once. "I want to make one thing clear," he said, his voice ringing out over the noisy crowd. "Stardust Limited will not be defeated! The Harrington family will not apply for bankruptcy! Someone is intentionally targeting the Harrington family. I advise that person to give up their dirty tactics. The Harrington family will only become stronger!" The reporters recorded Dante's words, but their expressions remained skeptical. As seasoned news professionals, they were well-informed of the Harrington family's dire situation.

While waiting for my order to arrive, I continued to do my work, I read every document and reviewed them. I couldn't find anything wrong with these papers or maybe I'm just not knowledgeable enough for this kind of things. Minutes later, my order arrived. This food smells so good. Right now I am looking at Mr Harrington’s office. He is still on his computer doing some stuff. Doesn't he feel tired, hungry or something? Damn! He’s so hardworking. I got up from my seat and went to his office. I knocked on the door and he said “come in” so I entered.

“Mr. Harrington will be joining us shortly. He’ll make his selection himself. Please be ready.” Gasps followed upon hearing that. Even the girls who’d been pretending to be calm sat straighter, fixed their hair. Someone whispered, “The Bryce Harrington? Oh my gosh!” Kimberly on the other hand, frowned upon hearing the name. Mr. Harrington? The name stirred something in her chest. She’d heard it before. Probably in one of those business articles or on the side of a high-rise billboard. Billionaire CEO, Media mogul. Fashion industry shark.