Exiles Jane Harper Novels & Stories

Marcus growled and Jane nodded vigorously, unable to speak. Marcus released her hair and shoved her body, making her bang her hip against the counter. "Oww!" Jane cried out as the sharp pain coursed through her body. "Breakfast!" Marcus ordered and stomped back to the settee. With her hip bone throbbing painfully, Jane found it difficult to stand up straight as she went about preparing the sandwich. Marcus collapsed on the couch and flipped through the newspaper. It had been a while since he heard news from a source other than Xavier. He ran a finger over Jane's photo that had been printed there. It was the last picture she had taken before she left the airport.

"It's Jane. Jane Stadlar. The one who... the one we said was dead." A flicker of something—recognition, perhaps—crossed Roman's face before it returned to its neutral state. "I heard a whisper about that. The news. What's the problem? The job was done." "The job was not done, Roman. She's alive. She was in a coma for six years, and she’s with Diego Orlov now. He has her name, her story, and he’s using all of his power and money to go after me." Daniel’s voice dropped to a frantic whisper. "He's having everything investigated. The fire… the crash… everything. I need you to clean up the loose ends. Every single one of them."

Dante. ​I always wanted to have a baby of my own but it seems that hope has been thrown into a gutter especially when I found out the baby in Zara’s belly wasn’t mine but hers. ​My phone rang again, in annoyance I picked up the phone call. “Giselle are you insane,” Cyrus asked the moment I picked up the call. I scoffed, he didn’t even ask where I had been. “I should be asking you that question instead,” I responded with a scoff.

All because of Kelly Chase's accusation, Jim Luther exiled my father, Frank Jackson, to the wasteland. When I heard the news, I quickly made my way to the place where he was exiled. By the time I arrived, out of breath and covered in dust, the cruel scene before me made me instinctively cover my mouth. Frank was in tattered clothes, and iron chains shackled his feet. He hadn't eaten for days, so he was too weak to even walk. Not long before, he'd fought off rogues. He was now covered in wounds and lying in a pool of blood.

Always finding a way to corner me, demanding something of me. Dan’s issue was one thing, and now this. “I can’t promise you, but I will consider it,” I told her. A smile flashed across her face and she pulled me into her arms. I pushed away and walked out instead, not wanting her fake affection. - Harper’s POV I tried to focus as the car drove on, but I was still feeling anxious. Suddenly, music blasted through the space and I turned to Jace, who had just switched the music on. He looked back at me and apologized immediately, turning it off.

"Fixed on Declan, all the time, every day. He cared about you enough not to make things complicated for you." I open my mouth to argue, but the look on her face stops me. She's not exaggerating or guessing. "There's more," Maya says, quieter now. "After the exile, when everyone else moved on, when the pack stopped talking about Aria Sinclair like she'd ever existed—Wolcott didn't. He left the pack. Went looking for you himself." My chest tightens. "For how long?" "A long time." She holds my gaze. "He never found you."

I tucked myself behind a stack of old crates even though their wood bit into my palms, but I stayed still and kept my breath thin while Tarian’s voice came out sharper than I’d ever heard it, saying the plan was falling behind and the storm had thrown everything off schedul. The masked one waved a hand and said delays didn’t matter since Aziel was already half isolated from his own wolves anyway, and my stomach twisted while I leaned closer even though every instinct I had begged me to just run away. The hooded man pulled out a parchment and said something about the final steps, but the lantern’s light made the details fuzzy and shadowy, and Tarian asked if the exile had even been approved b

“I didn’t want this. I swear, Mia. I didn’t think it would spiral. I just wanted her alive.” “You made a choice,” I said, not unkindly. “We all do.” I hesitated before passing judgment. Not out of doubt—but grief. “You’re exiled,” I said. “No clan. No protection. No pursuit—unless you return.” Jules collapsed to his knees. “I forgive you,” I whispered. “But I can’t keep you.” They took him away. The shadows swallowed him like the past he’d never outrun. That night, Dylan and I found each other on the balcony overlooking the city.

She exhaled softly, a hint of seduction playing in her hazel coloured eyes. “What are you trying to get at?” Seraphina's impatience grew quicker than expected and she threw the question, furrowing an eyebrow. “Stop beating around the bush and say what you want to say already.” Odessa, the tan-skinned woman who urged Charlotte earlier to speak up, narrowed her eyes at Seraphina, noticing how frustration was beginning to get the better of her. “Do you want to hear or you are gonna keep fuming?” She inquired, looking at Seraphina who ignored her, averting her gaze to Charlotte.

Her mother walked over to us. “Ah… I see that you have finally gotten to see one up close. Thank you, Jaxon, for helping her. This is my daughter, Willow.” I looked up to Harper. She is the lady who helped me escape the Terminal Stone. I love when she visits with her mate Gabriel. “We will see you next time Jaxon. Maybe you and Willow can spend more time together when we come back.” I nodded my head. “Come Willow. We need to head home.”