Harper Zilmer Novels & Stories

And no one notices him since everyone is so busy giving their attention to the beloved woman for tonight. “Happy Birthday, our lovely Zelle.” Zelle turned around to greet her future father-in-law, “Thank you, Uncle Zeppelin,” Tonight is going to be a fantastic night for everyone. Their young miss, for whom they had cared for so many years, had reached another year. As beautiful as ever, nice and kind to others, exactly as they taught her. Gizelle Heirbert known as Zelle, is the last heir of the Heirbert family. Her parents died in a horrible accident years ago, leaving her alone in this world... until the mayor of the town, Zeppelin Randolph, came to save her and took care of her.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

"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

As her mind wandered again in that dream, she took a deep breath to calm her troubled heart. That man had something in him. She shivered whenever she remembered how he held her in his arms, and she didn't know why. Others may regard him as the literal man of her dreams, but she would rather have a man in real life than ponder a faceless man in her dreams. Hazel's laughter had ceased. "You don't know Arach? That's unfortunate, girl. She's the most followed erotic author on Bokipad!" When she heard Hazel yelling from the other end of the line, she jolted out of her trance again. Her face was twisted. For Pete's sake, she wasn't deaf!

Harper’s face goes pale, and I can hear her heartbeat spike. “I don’t understand what you’re asking.” “I think you do.” I move closer, studying her reaction. “If you’re the strongest female healer, then what was Elara?” “She was...” Harper’s voice trails off, and she looks at the door as if hoping for rescue. “She was... She was our most powerful healer, actually. Even more skilled than I am.” I catch the flash of irritation that crosses her face as she says it, gone so quickly that others would miss it. But I’m trained to read people, and that brief moment of resentment told me everything I needed to know. Her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as she forced the words out.

Likes spontaneity; hides vulnerability behind charm. Lila Martinez – Harper’s best friend, energetic, impulsive, loves adventure and gossip. Riley Chen – Emery’s roommate, quiet, analytical, sharp-witted. Observant and neutral, keeps Emery grounded. Sasha Rivera – Harper’s chemistry partner, competitive, loyal, protective. Feisty and blunt.

"You're not some side character in their story, sweetheart. You're the leading character." "I know, Grandma. I'm your precious girl." I swallowed hard. "And you've got the strongest backbone I've ever seen." We talked a little longer, about everything and nothing, until she had to hang up. When the call ended, the silence didn't feel so heavy anymore. I leaned back against the pillows, a soft smile tugging at my lips. Author's pov Harper arrived at the Moore residence carrying a container of her mother's special pot roast. She stepped through the front door just as Helena was ending a phone call with Cecilia, her face unreadable but her energy tense.

She looked like a wartime sovereign. "And they have woken up to reclaim it," Harper continued, her boots echoing on the steel floor. "My name is Harper Sterling. Twelve hours ago, I spoke into your minds. I brought you here because conventional armies have already lost this war. Bullets and missiles do not kill gods." Elias Vance, the disgraced pilot, scoffed defensively. "And you think we can? I got kicked out of the RAF because I kept seeing 'hallucinations' of the sky burning. I'm a headcase, sweetheart. Not a savior."

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

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.