Declan Harp Novels & Stories

She says, examining her knuckles. “Let's go in and ice your hand,” I say, helping Oakleigh. “So, when is Declan coming back? I saw him with Cadee, and he is clearly smitten.” Oakleigh changes the subject from herself. “He left to handle things back in Ohio and plans to return in about a month. Watching him with Stacy is the cutest. And seeing that tattooed biker looking roughen reading bedtime stories is Ovary clenching. And no, I don’t have the hots for Declan, but watching him would make any woman want to make babies just to watch him interact with them.” I explain. I am so excited for both of my friends.

I longed to slap it again. “What is happening here?” came the rumbling voice of Declan and my stomach coiled in annoyance. Shit. He’s just witnessed the other, less seductive side of my personality. Secretly I bet he has something twisted about him deep down anyway. His long shirt sleeves hide a litany of tattoos and scars. The few times I have managed to contact his body I can feel ridges other than muscle. Right now his dark brown eyes are staring at the purple heap on the floor.

That’s only for good people, for decent folks. Conor raises his chin as if to call my bluff, but I hold fast and keep his gaze. I’m not lying, there’d be absolutely no reason for it. “Fuck,” Declan says, rubbing the back of his neck. Whether I deserve Harlow or not, I already know I’d burn the world down to get to her. This creature I literally know nothing about. She was right there and she slipped through my fingers. Never again. Once I get her, I’m not letting go.

But he only laughed and pulled me closer against his side, clearly enjoying whatever this was. “What?” he grinned. “Didn’t you want this?” I stiffened uncomfortably. My eyes darted around, and there were too many people watching, so I tried to pull away, but scumbag Declan wouldn’t let me go. Reagan scoffed loudly. “Please. She looks uncomfortable already.” Declan smirked, his arm tightening around me like he was doing it on purpose. “Aw, Harper,” he teased. "Don’t act shy suddenly.” I mustered all my strength and was about to push him off when his voice halted me.

Declan mocked himself. "You should have died a long time ago? Your penalty is reduced?" "No, I still need to die. It's just that the date has been changed after something happened," Declan replied. "Wait, you're Declan Anderson? The one that almost died but didn't at last? Damn, it's you?! I've dealt with your brother, and he was quite good at what he did. I thought he would get more and more successful, I didn't expect... What a pity!"

The live-in son-in-law can’t possibly top my donation,’ Declan thought. “Declan is back as the highest donor, with a total of seventeen million! Such generosity!”

*DECLAN'S CHALET * Declan was sitting uncomfortably on the wooden seat in his yellowish glowed chalet. His eyes focused on the rusty movement of the leaves as earlier replayed in his head. He had tried to grab the sword from Caelan, he knew Caelan was attacking him but he couldn't prevent the sword from getting to him. How was that possible. Declan raised his right palm and stared at it, he stared at his fingers and back at his palm.

Her clothes were scattered all over the floor, and she picked them up before she entered the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and I heard the rush of water. I breathed a sigh of relief, and I knew that made me a bastard, but I was happy for the space away from her to think. I had fucked up, and it was my responsibility to own up to it, and I would have claimed Maeve as mine without a shadow of doubt if I were anyone else. But I wasn’t someone else. I am Declan Hayes, one part heir to the Hayes empire, captain of the football team and quarterback liner. I am Declan Hayes, the only junior with multiple offers to sign me lined up for when I was done.