Harpe Brothers Book Novels & Stories

I insisted. "Hmph! That's only because he found a new target!" Harper snorted, then narrowed her eyes as something occurred to her. "That night, if I hadn't been there, he probably would have... Wow, impressive—arranging mating meetings while trying to get you into bed..." "Harper!" I covered her mouth with my hand. "Your brother is right here! Please stop!" "What does it matter if he hears?" Harper turned to ruffle her brother's hair. "He's family."

In fact, he even called over the other six brothers, and they all united in persuading Harriet not to move out and cohabit with Delbert. Their relationship as brothers might not be the best at times, often leading to quarrels, but when it came to matters concerning Harriet, they were surprisingly unanimous. After all, Harriet was their precious younger sister, whom they all doted on excessively. Now that Delbert, this “hungry wolf,” had sneakily lured her away, how could they not stop it? No matter how much Harriet pleaded with her brothers, none of them agreed to let her move out. Harriet looked at her brothers standing before her with resolute attitudes, a trace of helplessness crossing he

Chapter 29 Ride For You I started to laugh. What else could I do? Harper was being silly, she spend too much time reading those Mafia romance novels, how else would she be able to think of something so unbelievable? "Come on Harper are you for real? Our dads' father was a part of a Mafia? That's impossible Harper." I say shaking my head.

Daniel thought bookstores were inefficient. “Remember this place?” Harper pulls me inside. The familiar smell of paper and coffee hits me—sandalwood and possibility and all the hours I used to spend here in college, hiding between shelves and dreaming of a future that looked nothing like my present. “You practically lived here junior year.” Harper stops in the journal section, pulling down a leather-bound notebook. “Write in this.” “Harper” “My treat. Consider it a very late divorce gift.” She presses it into my hands. “Write everything you’re feeling. Everything you can’t say out loud. Get it out of your head where you can actually look at it.”

“Especially you, Poppy—you’ve been awake the whole trip.” She was right. Poppy had stayed up the entire four-hour drive, chatting away with Mom. I managed to doze off for about an hour, but the whole day’s busyness still left me drained. “Hold up, just one more question,” Hope interrupted, now fixing his gaze on Poppy. “What on earth made you say ‘yes’ so quickly to marrying my brother? I heard you didn’t even blink when the idea came up that night you left. My brother’s the most boring guy I know! Did you get a brain freeze from the rain that night or something—”