The Flash Who Is Harrison Wells Novels & Stories

But he just laughed louder, running straight toward the waiting car—toward a night I wasn’t sure I was ready for, but one I could no longer avoid. Outside, the first thing I noticed was the car. It wasn’t a taxi. It wasn’t even close. The sleek black vehicle sat calmly by the curb, polished and imposing, the kind of car that didn’t just arrive anywhere—it announced itself. My heart skipped uncomfortably. I already knew before I fully processed it. This was a Harrison car. Before I could retreat or even think of another excuse, the door opened from the inside. And then I saw him. Kai Harrison.

{ AUTHOR’S POV 🌻 } – Harrison paused recounting what had happened. “What did you do to make Mr. Ethan agree?” Nathalie asked, full of curiosity. Harrison hesitated about telling Nathalie what he had done. “Harrison?” He remembered the way he had done it. .. .. • • • • • { CONTINUATION OF THE FLASHBACK } • • • • .. “Harrison, what are you planning to do?” inquired Wallace, who was at the wheel.

Flash was very upset. This was the first time he had ever lost to anyone in Swalesbury. Now he had even more reason to score highly in the next event. Logan's victory had been too effortless—he hadn't even put in any effort in running, yet he outperformed Flash's years of training. In fact, Flash knew he could never achieve such a result in his entire life. What Flash didn't know was even more unsettling. He had no idea that Logan was the kind of guy who could jump more than 10 floors high with a little hop, without any equipment. He didn't know that Logan could outrun bullets and bombs.

Harrison was supposed to be one of the leaders along with Kronos and Dianne yet he chose to be an assistant, or well, her protector after her parents died that took him in as their own. "She's not dead. We're still trying to find her," he explained calmly despite the pain on his face. "The odds are slim and you know it." He's right. The possibilities are endless of what could've happened to her but the most probable is hypothermia. Mr. Clive sighed before sitting down on his chair and thinking deeply. "You know Mr. Damos has his own agendas why he let his second son be the leader."