Harper Zilmer Novels & Stories

I believed she was weak, breakable, and easy to discard. But now? Now she was connected to the Harrisons. Now she had leverage. Now she had a name that carried weight—Harrison. That name burned in my thoughts. FreyaHarrison. The missing daughter. The golden child. The key to power Malum had been chasing for years. Freya didn’t even know it yet—not fully. And that ignorance was the only reason she was still breathing comfortably, still smiling hopefully at Malum like a fool who believed affection meant safety.

"I was going to mark Amanda that night and then you come out and tell me about your dream. About the white woman in your dream, specifically." Harper met my gaze then and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What about the woman in my dreams? It had been some time since I had any dream involving her and I was glad. I was doing fine without the headaches and waking up in the middle of the night, thank you very much. "What about the woman in my dreams?" I asked Harper, casually shrugging my shoulders. "The description you gave me about the woman, matches the description of the moon goddess, Zara," Harper said and I gaped. It couldn't be!

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.

Zane remembered the death-defying ride earlier and broke into a cold sweat. “Don’t, boss… how can I let you?” He buckled in, forcing a smile. Chase remained silent; the air inside the car seemed to freeze below zero. Harper rested her head against the seatback, calm and quiet, eyes narrowing into a slit. Her gaze drifted over the man’s perfect profile. Such a handsome man… why had he been so cruel to her in her past life? Back then, they had no connection, not even a single meeting. Just because she ran from an arranged marriage, she suffered his most terrifying persecution.

We had a lot more for Emilio but if Elijah wanted to be apart of it then so be it, I don't have a problem sharing my evil plans, I was that generous. I used to do the same thing with Quinn, she wasn't necessarily afraid of the dark, but I planned a fake zombie apocalypse and had her kidnapped, she was taken to a fake lab where fake zombies were being experimented on and it was terrifying for her. She watched in horror as humans were supposedly turned into zombies and she had to find a way to get out, it was traumatizing for a sixteen year old, but she was rescued by fake fovernment officials and was told to never speak of it or else she would be taken back and turned, it was hilarious to wat

someone called snapping me back to reality I turned around and I saw a beautiful,slender hoodie and glasses. She smiled at me, I smiled back shyly. “ You are not from around here,” she said. I nodded my head and she took my hand and walked me through the class “ Judging from your age we are classmates and you will be my seat partner. My name is Melissa Gold, I am sixteen years old and you.” She said very excited I looked at her and smiled “ My name is Jessica Brown, am sixteen years also” immediately she heard my name she smiled and said

"I think you should be celebrating. You're finally getting a mate! Well, sort of. I heard Quinn is completely deformed. Scars all over his face. He’s looking for a docile, pathetic little wife to just shut up and be obedient. You fit the role perfectly. A match made in heaven." "I said get out!" I yelled. Harper just laughed, a high, grating sound. "You deserve this, Neralda. You’ve always acted like you’re so much better than everyone else in this pack. Have fun being a punching bag for a feral monster." "You know what?" I gritted my teeth, wiping the stray tear from my face. "I don't have the time for this. I don't have the time for you." Harper rolled her eyes, flicking a piece of lint of

“Please tell me he’s lying. The Bureau shouldn’t have you doing something this risky where you have to sneak into an underground sex ring! I’m calling Ruiz immediately and–” “It is the assignment,” Lila interrupts, her voice getting firmer as she sits up straighter. “Harper is missing, Lois Calder was found murdered yesterday, I’m the only agent who fits the physical profile the buyers want, and I know the data. I am going in, and that means I have to master how a real submissive acts and feels. It’s part of the job.” “I want you to quit this assignment right now,” Vance commands in his strict military voice. “It is too dangerous. You belong at a desk, not out there acting like bait. Pack yo

She didn't call him over, not yet. She wanted a minute alone with this first. Her hands weren't steady as she turned the next page. The photograph stared up at her, a woman in a sharp blazer, dark hair pulled back, standing in front of the executive elevator with the easy confidence of someone who'd earned every inch of the floor beneath her. Evelyn Hart. The name meant nothing to Zariel yet however, It was about to mean everything. Chief of Staff. Age 34. Deceased. She continued reading.

Harper, who had been standing slightly behind them, hands clasped together politely. “And who might this be?” he asked warmly. Mrs. Harper blinked, caught off guard by the direct attention. “Oh—” Aurora noticed the faint blush creeping up her cheeks immediately. “This is Mrs. Harper,” Aurora explained. “She used to be Elara’s caregiver at the Steele’s mansion. And she decided to come with me.” Dr. Halvosen extended his hand toward her. “Well, you made the best decision.” Mrs. Harper placed her hand in his carefully. “Oh, did I?”