Romans & histoires Harper Murphy

"That's the way of a small town. It can be exhausting, but you have to try to remember it's all in love. Friends and family are the most important things in life, after God." Harper gave a wry smile. No matter what obstacles fell in her path, Mitzi never wavered in her faith. Harper had quit believing in a great and benevolent deity fifteen years ago when He had abandoned her. "You're right, of course," Harper agreed anyway. "You go put your feet up and I'll bring your tea and some of those little pecan cookies you like in a few minutes." Mitzi patted her cheek with a perfectly manicured hand. "Thank you, Honey. I appreciate it."

she murmured, mom slowly sat by the arm of her chair and placed her hands on her shoulder. “It’s totally fine to not know what you want yet, but I want you to keep an open mind” She said to her and Daphne nodded slowly. I just stared at the both of them as they spoke about it, but Harper didn’t seem confused when she spoke earlier, she was firm and stern. She said she did not want to have anything personal to do with me outside of business, that did not seem like someone who is confused. But now she responded to my text saying she was going to come over for dinner, perhaps she’s actually confused.

“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.

"Lie back down, Seraphina. You’re tearing your stitches." "Who are you?" I repeated, my fingers clutching the bedsheet. "My name is Harper Hayes," she said, leaning over the bed as if checking my IV line. Her amber eyes held a fierce, steady light that made the air in the room shift. "And I’ve been waiting two years for an opening inside this hospital network." I stared at her, completely bewildered. "I don't understand..."

Harper's POV Seated in my luxurious room, I focused on my phone while chatting with my friends. I had just returned from overseas last week and was spending my vacation with my family, in my dad's villa. It had been a long time since I visited my pack due to my studies abroad. Now, as a graduate in accounting, I was a professional accountant. I'm the only daughter of Alpha Cromwell, belonging to the wildlife pack. At twenty-eight, with brown hair and chestnut eyes, I hadn't found my mate yet. So, upon my return, I decided to throw a grand get-together party, which my dad had approved.

"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

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.

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."