Harper Zilmer Novels & Stories

“And secondly, there’s no way I’m allowing you anywhere near Avery again.” “Who knows what you’re planning this time? Your first attempt already killed her child.” Hazel visibly stiffened. “But don’t worry,” Harper continued venomously. “Karma is coming for you. And when it does, you will pay miserably for everything you’ve done.” “W-What?” Hazel stammered, letting out a nervous laugh. The fake confusion on her face was almost laughable. “What are you talking about, Harper?” she asked shakily. “What do you mean I harmed Avery and caused her baby’s death?”

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I find her standing in the entryway with her arms crossed and an expression that looks dangerously close to anger. "Why was Harper here?" she asks without preamble. "She brought some research materials about dimensional exposure effects. I told her you were dealing with some adjustment issues." "You told her I was having problems?" The question comes out sharp enough to make me take a step back. "I told her you seemed to be having trouble readjusting, yes. She's an expert on dimensional—" "She's not my doctor, Rhett. She's not my therapist. She's a tracker who helped with one rescue operation, and now she's apparently monitoring my recovery like I'm some kind of science experiment."

And Harper usually flashed a reassuring smile at the little girl if she fell again from trying so hard to walk again. "She's a strong kid," said Harper to Doctor George. The bespectacled man turned his head briefly and nodded. "Doctor, can we talk in the living room?" "Sure." Doctor George followed Harper's steps into the living room. The long corridor in Alex's mansion seemed too long and endless as he walked through it in this long stiff silence. Harper Zoey very rarely engages in conversation with him other than talking about Heidi. Even so, he liked Harper quite a bit and her reputation at the Toronto hospital was great. And according to him, this collaboration is very fun to do with Har

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

A Few Days Later Esmerelda I was in a heated meeting before I decided that it was time to get business done so that I could take my mates to dinner, I was furious that nothing seemed to be going as planned. My informants were all killed and Orzel disappeared after I heard he was rejected by his mate but I still had one more informant deep in the territory and I am glad her cover was not blown. If she wants her freedom, she will keep her mouth shut, I looked at a file still trying to find my prized possession, "Harper, where are you?" Someone in my camp helped her escape and I wished that I could read blood like the Supremes to tell who did it. I kidnapped Harper from her adoptive parents whe

Zane caught up with me as he held my arm and asked, “When will I see you again?” “Soon,” I smiled at him and then left. *** TRIGGER WARNING!! — This part of the chapter contains vivid fictional description of self-harm. The attempts were made by the author, who has a personal history of self-harm herself. This is not meant to hurt any sentiments and if you are prone to such content, kindly skip this one and read chapter 35 in which everything about this part will be explained, without the descriptions and graphic content. -Amelia's POV- I reached home in a haste, a little upset that I couldn’t spend more time with Zane and my friends, but anyway, I know I have to be mentally prepared to hear

“Just tired. So many things have been happening.” “Mm.” She took a sip. “Because you looked anything but fine when you ran out of that room.” “Harper.” She held up her hands. “Okay, okay. No poking the bear.” I gave her a small, grateful smile. Truth was, I didn’t know how I felt. “Let’s talk about you,” I said, forcing my voice to lighten. “The biker gang situation sounds insane. What happened with the influencer? Any update?” Harper let out a groan, slumping in her seat. “Ugh, don’t remind me. Her name’s Leighton Vireo—you know, that wellness-slash-lifestyle content creator who went viral for turning her breakup into a five-part glow-up series?”