Evelyn Harper Novels & Stories

"I control the flow of ancient artifacts across three territories. It is laughable to suggest my daughter would hunger for a mass-produced trinket from a lesser forge." Evelyn gasped, her face flushing a deep purple. "You lie! How could an exile—" Avery, no longer wishing to waste her breath on Evelyn’s barking, turned her piercing gaze toward Harper Bennett. The girl stood rigid, the scent of guilt beginning to leak through her perfumed facade.

I fully expect him to fire Evan on the spot and scream at me for breaching the world's strictest non-disclosure agreement. A flicker of raw, unadulterated anger rushes across Cade's handsome face. But surprisingly, it’s fleeting. He stares at me, truly looking at my pale, exhausted face. He takes a deep breath, his jaw ticking, and miraculously takes a physical step back, giving us space. Evan, brave but perhaps slightly foolish, takes this tiny window of calm to explain further. “Harper wasn’t feeling well this morning, and she passed out. I put the pieces together and figured it out on my own,” Evan says nervously, rubbing his bruised shoulder. “She only confirmed it.”

“Oh. Are those yours?” “Harper, this is Evelyn Hart,” Grace said, something like pride creeping into her voice. “The designer I mentioned.” Harper Stone crossed the room before I could process I was standing three feet from an actress I’d watched in a dozen films, plucking a sketch from my bag with the casual entitlement of someone used to taking what caught her interest.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

"Don't lie to me, I know the girls like you," Daisy felt the misunderstanding "I'm sorry, sir, there is some confusion. I am not the one whom you are thinking, " Harper glanced at the young girl in front of her, who was still denying that his family had not sent her to seduce him, Harper looked into her eyes and waited for the answer and when she didn't respond, he let go of her, saying, "if that's the case, now get out of here."

---------------------Los Angeles, California. -------------------------------Valentine residence, next morning, 10:00am. " Wait Mother, you knew about it this whole time?" " Yes and I'm not at fault for not saying anything, I didn't know that the person who raised Zarah was ever going to work with the green viper and besides I promised her that I wasn't going to tell anyone about it" Mother answered as she collected Kimberly from Sophia's. We all sat round a table in Sophia and Ethan's patio, trying to enjoy the morning breeze and talking.

The old church was quiet under the late evening sky. Sister Evelyn Harper, 29, the reverend’s devout younger sister who had dedicated her life to the cloth, had called Marcus Reed, a 34-year-old regular member of the congregation, for a private prayer session. She told him it was to help him with his “spiritual struggles.” Her modest black habit hugged her surprisingly curvy body, full, heavy breasts straining against the fabric, wide hips, and a round ass that the loose robe somehow still couldn’t fully hide.

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.