Novel & Cerita Harpe Brothers Book

My stomach lurched in fear at his words, they knew that Harper's mate wasn't Natalie. "How lucky are we, Aaron, that the true mate and Luna of the white alpha landed right in our arms." Sweat beaded on my stomach and I fought to keep my expression careless, not intending to give any information to these two. My eyes flew to look at Aaron, looking for any confirmation if what his brother was saying was true. I mean, did they know that I was Harper's mate? Did they know that they had unwittingly caught Harper's mate? Aaron just smirked at me and nodded to my silent question. Of course, they knew. Of course, it had to happen. These two brothers were the leaders of this unconventional rogue "pac

“The Alpha is dead. “ A gruelling thought. What would become of them now that their Alpha has left them? Lord Aron was the best leader they could ever have. Alphas are immortal in nature. However when injured severely— their lives could deplete in an instant with no chance of regeneration. In the back of their minds, they thought: ‘Who was clever enough to have slain the Alpha?’ Meanwhile, in the manor of the Nyth brothers, the maids welcomed a lawyer to the living room. Cataleia and the five brothers sat in the room. She still couldn’t forget what Ajax had told her the last time. Today was the day Lord Aron’s will would be read to them. The lawyer brought a scroll containing Aron’s neat han

Harper is a ray of sunshine in my world and I’d do anything it takes to keep her safe and happy. I never told Harper but on one of my trips back to the old town when I met up with Lex before he went back on tour, I paid a visit to Jake’s brother in prison. Seeing him was like a gut punch. The same eyes as his brother, the same color hair, it was like seeing Jake again. It made my chest ache for the best friend I lost when I was no more than an older teenager. It hurt you know, right in my chest.

"For vengeance is an emptiness and he that seeketh it wasteth time." -Jeffery Farnol- *** Harper sat down in her bed and crossed her arms. She tried to keep herself busy that day with her modelling work, but something was still bothering her mind. It was about her brothers and that stranger woman they brought into the house. She had not seen her brothers in a year and was looking forward to seeing them again. Even though they were not full blood siblings, she didn’t hate them at all. She actually wanted to become closer to them, not just because of their wealth and fortune, but because life would be better if she had them as her backing.

There was a new message from an unknown number. It read: [Let’s play a game, Harp. You’re going to guess. Which of the Blackwell brothers killed your parents?] Harper went still, her vision tunnelling as she stared at the text, a sickening feeling stirring in her gut.

Aimee was happy for her and only prayed it lasted. She was happy for her mother, as well, if Aimee was honest with herself. For the first time since the death of her husband, Betty Harper seemed truly happy again. Aimee may not understand her mother's attraction to Paul, especially considering his past with Karla, but she was happy about the glow it brought to her mother's face as well as the bounce in her step. Karla was happy. Aimee was happy. Their mother was happy. For the first time since the death of Marty Harper, it was definitely a good time in the lives of the Harper women.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my own copy of the document, the legal terms highlighted in unforgiving, bright yellow. "Too late for that, Mr. Hart," I whispered back, my voice trembling with equal parts fear and fury. "According to the will, if I leave before one full year... or if any of you break the cohabitation agreement... the entire Hart Empire goes to your biggest rival, Victor Lang. Every last share. Every building. Every secret." I took one step back, just enough to look at all four brothers at once. The shift in the room was instantaneous. The air became heavy, pressurized by the realization of the ultimate trap their father had set.

“Huh? Not be friends? Why?” “Could you not even acknowledge him, and live your whole life without ever seeing his face?” “Brother……?” At my words, Harper hesitated. Then suddenly lifted his head sharply and shouted. “That’s weird!” “Huh, weird?” “Samuel is a baby who can’t even talk! How could he do bad things to Harper?” “Ah, no. I mean, later when he grows up, he might…….” “How does brother know what will happen later?” Because I saw it in a 19+ novel, you brat!

His voice didn't have any form of humour or sarcasm in it, I turned to face him. “Huh?” I asked, wearing a confused smile so I don't seem foolish to another brother. “Anything you need to get to Justin, ask me. If it requires using my name, my body, anything at all… You can use me.” Okay… can someone tell me why my brother-in-law is offering himself as a human shield all of a sudden? And seriously, why did he ever think about that? My eyes go endlessly around random objects in the study, trying to avoid his eyes. I gave a polite nod and opened the door.

Alastor was at the stove cooking away, and Harriet had her face resting on the breakfast nook table. “Whatcha doing there, Hare?” I questioned her as I peeled off my jacket and plopped down beside her... Books were in various stacks all across the table. I picked one of the books up and recognized the name, Andre Armando. I glanced around; they were all Adre Armando’s journals. “How many years have you read?” “Too many.” Harriet partially picked up her head off the table and then let it fall back down with a dull thud.