Harper Murphy Novels & Stories

“Of course, Mum. Anything to pass the time.” Harper looked up from her phone and smirked at me like I’d been assigned as her personal butler. “Fantastic,” she said dryly. “A tour guide.” “You’re welcome,” I muttered. Before I could slip away to warn Jace that the maintenance crew was still in the house, Harper clapped her hands once. “Okay. Let’s see my options. Lead the way, Crip.” I ignored the jab and followed her. If I believed in karma, I would’ve assumed this was punishment for something my ancestors did.

I lost my mother a year after my birth, and that's when I got confined in an orphanage since my father was too busy to take care of me. At age ten, I went to live with my stepmother, Harper Lopez, and her daughter, Evelyn Lopez. I was young and naive. Dared to think life would get all rosy if I got to stay with the last family I have. How wrong I was! Harper is a witch in Lycan clothing and her daughter is no better than her. Evelyn is a month younger than me, but she can make the world spin off balance with the lies she tells and her devious acts.

She remained busy with her work, playing with her lemon oil brush. "You have to report your arrival to me, just like you report going home!" "I told Mabel, and she should have told you!" "Are you trying to argue with me?" I asked. I deliberately provoked Harper's emotions so that she would return my gaze. So that I could see her amber irises connected to mine, but why didn't she do it? Harper instead turned her gaze to rubbing the cloth over the panel. Sweat was already flowing down her long neck, giving it a shiny impression. Moreover, she wore her hair in a bun, showing the shape of her thin cheeks, which aligned with her long neck.

"Don't you dare push it, Caleb! I already apologized to you just now, didn't I? I'm just trying to live! How can you rob me of my dignity like that?" She was a well-known young entrepreneur in the city. What she valued most was the fabricated public image she'd crafted for herself. Forcing her to publicly admit her own depravity would be worse than killing her. This was only the first step in my revenge plan. She needed to experience the humiliation I'd endured throughout these years. Meanwhile, Naomi slammed her hand on the table, shooting up from the chair. She'd dropped her pitiful act. "I didn't know you were aware of the concept of dignity," I said while calmly looking at her. "What hap

Harper leaned against the back seat with his eyes closed as he replied, “Mm.” In the next second, after the phone call had been connected, Chris Mabbett’s voice sounded over on the other end of the line, “You went all the way to Isonbert to look for that old Taoist priest just because of a rumor that has not been proven? Harper, are you crazy?!” “I’m crazy.” Harper suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were flushed red as he replied in an almost paranoid tone, “Chris, you were the one who told me that she’s still alive.”

“But you were—uh—distracting.” Emery’s grin widened, that cocky, infuriating smile that Harper immediately decided she hated. “Distracting? I think you secretly enjoyed it.” Before Harper could fire back, a cheerful voice interrupted. “Harper! You made it!” Harper turned to see her best friend, Lila Martinez, jogging toward her. Lila was the opposite of Harper in every way: bubbly, impulsive, with an ever-present smile and a love for chaos. Harper adored her, though sometimes Lila’s energy nearly drove her insane.

I opened my eyes just in time to see the gray wolf shifting into the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I gaped at the words on my screen. It sounded like a flop movie script. Groaning, I erased everything and shut down the laptop. With that one paragraph, I didn't realize how time had passed until I looked at the clock and saw that I had wasted two hours recalling my dream.

"We just got a cross-territory transfer order. Ms. Harper's files are gone. She... she became the Chief Healer of the Northern Pack this morning!" Julian froze. He took a step back. The North? That frozen wasteland three thousand miles away? "Impossible," Julian’s voice trembled. "She loves me. She said forever." But the truth was right there. A job like that took months to approve. Harper had planned this all along. Blind rage swallowed his mind. He ran back to the clinic and smashed Harper’s desk lock. He flipped through her hidden files. Harper working 72 hours straight to cure silver poisoning. Harper passing out from exhaustion. Harper fighting to save thirteen dying warriors and almost

It was low, a murmur in the dim room. And there she was. Harper Lane, on the air in a second network studio now, shining a soft, triumphant glow. The angry accuser at the summit steps had given way to this victory lap. She wore a new suit, a deep, triumphant purple, and her smile was big, glossy, and entirely unfriendly.

Harper's POV: I signed the papers on the kitchen counter where I'd made Connor breakfast this morning. The pen kept slipping because my hands wouldn't stop shaking, so I had to grip it harder just to make my name come out right. Harper Blake. Except I wasn't going to be that anymore, was I? I'd go back to being Harper Lane, the girl from Montana who had nothing, the girl I'd tried so hard to leave behind. "Done already?" Connor's voice came from behind me. "I thought you'd at least cry or beg or something."