Harper Murphy Novels & Stories

So when he found out Harper had used her family's influence to snatch away Olivia's honor as the valedictorian, forcing her to leave the country in heartbreak, he was furious. He knew how to manipulate others, but he despised those who used dirty tactics. At first, dating Harper had been a game to him. He wanted to see who would come out on top—him or her. But slowly, something shifted. Harper was gentle and kind-hearted. Despite her wealthy background, she never flaunted it. After her graduation, she became a children's book illustrator, creating charming picture books adored by kids everywhere. The royalties she earned? She donated them to orphanages and animal shelters.

Until then he met Harper. Harper... That woman was very different from the women Alex had met. Harper is a polite woman. The figure of a smart woman who is independent and also hardworking. The beginning of his meeting with Harper was when he was invited by the campus where Harper studied to give a public lecture. It just so happened that Harper was the head of a student association that held public lecture events. Because of the event, Harper had to meet with him several times to confirm his attendance at public lectures. And in the few times he met, he had become fascinated with Harper's figure. Her modest style, her non-seductive gaze, as well as her polite demeanor, were the perfect comb

Harper sat in her car outside the office building for twenty minutes before going in. She had walked back from the bridge, gone straight to the parking garage, and sat in the driver's seat staring at the concrete wall in front of her like it had answers written on it. Her father was alive. She kept saying it in her head and it kept not fully landing. Like a word repeated until it lost its meaning. Alive. Alive. Robert Wells was alive in Vermont and had been reading her published work and had named her before she was born after a writer he loved.

Their hugs and kisses were my best medicine. But Hilary is a different person I've been with. Unlike those other girls who were blessed by their beauty and power were thought too high on themselves. But Hilary? She stays humble and kind. In short, a perfect model to be proud of. "Come, I've cooked Rib eye steak with garlic butter just for you" I sat at the ladder back chairs which are next to the dining table. As my mom placed my meal in front of me, I started to pray and gently cut it 1 and a half inches apart.

Harper. He was a thin, stooped man, face carved with years of hardship. We found him at a run-down apartment near the docks. When I mentioned Archer Cain, his eyes darkened. “That name brings bad blood,” he said, voice low. “Who is he?” Sophia asked. Harper hesitated, then whispered, “He was a fixer for the orphanage bosses. Kept the dirty work quiet. Maurice got tangled with him years ago. Dangerous man. Cold as ice.”

Jasmine shook her head; she wouldn't agree no matter what methods they used. "You misunderstand. I really didn't come to ask you to drop the charges. My parents did something wrong." Harper comforted softly. "Actually, I just wanted to meet you." Harper wore a white dress, her entire demeanor seemed ethereal and otherworldly. She carefully rolled up her sleeves, revealing two pristine arms covered in countless scars from self-harm.

He snapped his head toward Xavier, one eyebrow raised in silent question. Xavier met his gaze. His eyes narrowed in a clear, wordless warning. Kade’s expression shifted instantly; his lips pressed into a thin line. He gave a small, tight nod, then carried the jar back to the high table. The fuck is going on here? My throat was dried, but I forced myself to the microphone. “She’s so sugglish.” someone whispered from the crowd. I swallowed hard “Thank you, Mr. Cross. I’m Veronica Harper. I run a small bakery in Atlanta—I started it five years ago, and I’ve been building it bit by bit. It really means a lot to be recognized here tonight.”

Harper tilts her head to the side as she gives me the most bewildered look and says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This sparks so many questions in my mind, wondering what her life was like before the Academy and how it is that she doesn’t have something as simple as a comfort food. I put the car in drive and tell her, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick something for us.” I pull up to a home style restaurant that has a variety of food, but my favorite comfort food is their chicken and dumplings. Harper has me order for her so I get us a variety of things to try. The waitress leaves and I look back to Harper with a smile, but it quickly fades as I see that she’s last in a vision. I sit and w

The number spins in my head like a winning slot machine. Twenty-five thousand. That's... everything. Freedom. Rent paid. Loans gone. I could breathe. I could sleep. I could write again. I could feel like a person instead of a collection of overdraft fees and anxiety. I hate that I'm considering this. I hate that she knows I would. I stare at Harper—the perfect storm of desperation and manipulation. She's still her. Still sharp, still selfish, still glowing with that effortless "main character" energy I never quite understood. And yet... beneath the gloss, she looks terrified. Like she's one wrong move away from crumbling.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.