Evelyn Harper Novels & Stories

Among the famous names was Harper Bennett, the elder sister of the female Preston Hale had once mourned. Harper was a vision of predatory grace, possessing a bold, warrior-like aura. In a society that often demanded she-wolves be submissive and quiet, she stood as a defiant Alpha-born, impossible to overlook. Avery finally understood why Preston’s heart had been ensnared by Harper’s kin. The other celebrity was an unranked actress of undeniable beauty. Whether high-born or common, every female on the list was strikingly fair. The Director’s selection felt less like a survival trial in the wild and more like a gathering of the most beautiful mates in the territories.

she said. The words struck the room before anyone was ready. Daniel went very still. Leah felt the air change around him. “Who?” he asked. Eleanor’s eyes flicked to the folder. “You know part of the name already.” “Evelyn Hart.” Eleanor closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, the sharpness had not vanished. It had become grief wearing armor. “Yes,” she said. “The music girl.” Leah’s pulse changed. Daniel’s hand tightened around the folder.

"Who is she? Look at how she fills out that uniform. Good God... those hips! She looks incredibly soft." "Harper Evans," Raymond read the identity data that had just appeared in the corner of Kael’s screen from the ship's crew database. "In the database, she's just a regular kitchen staff member. How could she make that menu? Armand is so trusting of others? It feels a bit strange, considering that old man usually licks our boots for his own benefit." "How about we invite her here?" Tristan suggested. Kael immediately looked at him cynically. "Well, Tristan, I know she caught your eye, but that doesn't mean she needs to come here. What for? If you want more, just order it!"

she said angrily and left, followed by Eden. ****** “Whoa that was rock Al, I didn’t know that you gonna slap that bitch,” said Evelyn happily. “She slapped her?” asked Harper. “Yeah she did, that bitch was being rude to her,” said Evelyn. “Did you see him?” asked Harper. Althea’s expressions turned to stone. Evelyn’s smile faded and she gave Harper a warning look. Evelyn was Delta of the pack after her parents and she was also a strong head warrior in the pack.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

Thankfully my hair is all-natural, unlike Steph. "Are you okay?"I asked Carmen. We were sitting at the bar. She was calming herself down with her fourth gin and tonic. "I've never been better actually. She deserved everything she got after what she did to Ethan. All this time she was just as fake as her hair."She threw Stephanie's extension towards me on the bar and chuckled."I always hated her." "I think it's safe to say that she's not coming to your wedding now. She's probably already called Ethan and told him."

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

“Who is this? Tell me, kim.” Kim chuckled softly, as if she knew this would get a reaction out of me. “Well, her name’s Evelyn Carrington. A veteran actress. I don’t know if you’ve heard of her, but she’s well, let’s just say she’s not one to sugarcoat anything.” My heart skipped a beat. “Evelyn Carrington? Of course, I’ve heard of her! She’s a legend. She practically popular actress since the ‘90s right?” Kim smirked. “Yeah, well, she’s also known for being brutally honest. So, if you want real feedback, she’s your woman. But I’m warning you, she can be intense.”

Vivian Harper walked to the witness stand the way she did most things — without hurry, without performance, with the complete attention of a woman who had decided exactly where she was going and was simply going there. She was fifty-three years old. She looked like someone who had survived something that had no category — not illness, not accident, not the visible kinds of loss that people know how to recognise. Twenty-three years of a different kind of disappearance, the kind you choose because the alternative is death, and all that time visible in the quality of her stillness rather than in any visible damage. She had come through something and she was here and she was entirely herself.