Harper Zilmer Novels & Stories

“Yes, they were hired to kill Laura Harrison.” I blinked even more confusedly. “Who is Laura Harrison?” “She is the daughter of a mob boss. It was all gang related but somewhere along the way there was a mix-up and when someone passed information over your name was mixed up with Laura’s. It was all a case of mistaken identity.” I felt the colour drain from my face. I felt sick start to churn up inside my stomach. I ran to the sink and threw up. Logans hand was on my back making small comforting circles. I wiped my mouth and held onto the sink for support.

“The Strategic Intelligence chief is dead.” The room shifted. The crew exchanged uneasy glances. They had respected her. They had relied on her. But they had never bled beside her on the docks. Never stood shoulder to shoulder in gunfire. They had not known she was one of them. Harper folded her arms, scoffing lightly. “What’s the big deal? Without Zane risking his life for the family, her intel would’ve been useless paper. She’s dead—so what? Is she more important than him?”

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

"And God forbid I work at my sister's store. Do you know she gives me the expired kimbap and says I'd survive it? Pure evil, I tell you." Her smile swallows her beady eyes as always, causing me to chuckle. She knew she had me. Basically, Harper did social media. Well, aside from working at a joint cosmetics store and boutique, her life centered around deafening I*******m notifications and Twitter reposts. On the contrary, I only had a F******k account that was now banned for calling out a misogynistic comment. "Just one hour. You tour the place, and we go back home. I have to resume work early today. The grim reaper is coming around."

I froze. Harper.

Elizabeth said grabbing Harper’s arm He looked down at her hand confused at the sudden emotive reaction “This is ritualistic…. animalistic. People will be slaughtered. This is nothing that you have faced before” Elizabeth said frantically “I need to leave” Harper said confused at her sudden outburst and turned to follow Smith Elizabeth knew that her kind would be swept in the tidal wave of blood. Her thirst for revenge for the woman that started this war was uncontainable. She twisted round whilst taking her lab coat off. Grabbing her bag and car keys she walked briskly to join her kind.

Harper's face remained emotionless, but her eyes darkened. "Yes, I know. You killed our elder, Abigail. She was the only one who truly understood the art of spells." She took a step closer, her chin lifting defiantly. "And because of you, no one else knows how to do what you're asking. You killed our only chance before she could teach us." A growl rumbled in my chest as anger flared inside me. My nails dug into the armrests of my chair, but I forced myself to stay seated. "Careful, Harper. I don't like that tone." She didn't flinch. "And I don't like being dragged here to help the man who butchered my people." For a moment, I admired her boldness. Few dared to speak to me like this and lived

My gaze flicked to every corner, every balcony, every servant who passed. Julise nudged me again. "See that man trying too hard to look bored? Kier Malen. Underground seat. Goblin blood. Knows everything. Probably has ears in your pillowcase." "Good to know," I said. Julise grinned. "We’re almost done. Just don’t look at Zarah too long. She can smell rebellion." Zarah Venmoor. The new healer rep. Part wolf, part something else. She had kind eyes, but the way she stood—too still, too calm—made me uneasy.

Why would anybody fill an entire notebook with some meaningless gibberish? Leila felt a slight but persistent tingling at the roots of her hair. It occurred to her that the entries in the notebook were encrypted. Leila Weinrich, an Oxford student in ancient civilisations, had an unusual hobby: she was good at solving mysteries. And mysterious things kept happening with her, her friends and acquaintances, with acquaintances of her friends and the friends of her acquaintances. Leila was helping everyone, even when she was not asked to do so, as sarcastic Tom pointed out.