Harper Zilmer Novels & Stories

He paused when he heard the door creak. "Miss Coldwell, how generous of you to join us," he said, not even looking. "Sorry, sir," I muttered, making my way to an empty seat halfway back. As I passed, a girl with shiny blonde curls and a ridiculously tiny purse whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear. "Guess biker girls don't believe in alarm clocks." I didn’t flinch. Just glanced sideways at her. Harper Deville. I knew her type. Expensive perfume. Fake sympathy. Raised on champagne and the idea that other people existed only to orbit her.

Harper couldn’t stop the way her stomach flipped every time his name lit up her screen. It was ridiculous. Immature. Reckless. And real. Too real. That night, Harper got home, tossed her bag on the couch, and curled up in her bedroom with her sketchbook. She drew without thinking. Lines. Curves. A pair of sneakers pointed toward the edge of a rooftop. A girl sitting just out of frame, watching a sunset she couldn’t touch. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She glanced. DM again. jaxonbrooks:

I said. Riley got out her phone and opened a news website. Immediately, I read the headline. Vanessa Harper is a Homewrecker.

For a second I caught myself wishing it had gotten lost—as if that somehow would magically make the profile vanish along with it—but I quickly found it beneath a scratch piece of paper. It all felt odd, like I was a detective of some sort, as I logged in and opened my profile. It was familiar and yet different enough to be almost creepy. Everything was about me, but I hadn't done any of it. Even my picture at the top of the screen looked like a different person smiling back at me. I need to change this picture if I want this profile to go anywhere, I thought to myself. I looked far to innocent and happy to be on a dating site. Below the picture was a small space for a bio with a few short se

"..........., well it never too far fetched, you can never hide your evil face no matter the amount of make up you smear on your face. because finally, the great philanthropist who died of food poisoning last seven years ago, his killer was found, but who would have thought it would be the same vicious girl, the same girl whom we all know, the same girl who almost pushed Mrs Linda Lake to death, she................." Alexis looked out to Faith who was also confused too. Alexis was not hurt by the allegation against her, but the victim of her allegation was the real deal, this were her birth parent. Alexis cried out loud shouting, "How can I be responsible for my parent death? what reason do

I watched them go from the front window, the house pulling me firmly back when I tried to follow. The Reynolds arrived eager and unaware. They had a four year old daughter named Harper who immediately claimed the upstairs room with the best lake view. I observed their first days with renewed focus. Harper talked to me within the first week, leaving drawings near the basement door. Rachel found them and asked gentle questions. Harper pointed at the stairs. “The lady is sad and wants help.”

“Austin is blond anyway.” His flatmate nodded and was silent for a few seconds before returning to the attack. “Does he work at Harper Publishing? That’s the only place where you meet people now.” Zach tried not to flinch. Of course Emilia had worked it out quickly. She didn’t have her reporter level investigative skills for nothing. “He might do,” he replied. The most obvious person at Harper Publishing who would be able to afford designer clothing would be the CEO, but he was hoping very strongly that she would dismiss that idea as they shouldn’t have interacted before.

My hope is you show your love, friendship and loyalty to all who deserve it. Please forgive those who are to be forgiven. Life is too short to hold grudges and be angry. So many lives have been lost because of jealousy and hate. I pray you can change the future of our pack and bring peace amongst all. The key is to grandma's cottage on human land. It is still under her name as Isabella Harper. Address: 202 Gilbert Ave, Landon 2265 Consider this as a sanctuary when needed. Good luck my son, I wish you all the best. Lots of love. Mum xoxo

“That’s partially true. But Harper is far more than that. She’s a consciousness… ancient, cunning, and adaptive. She’s not just a parasite—she’s a predator. And she’s been observing humans for a long time, learning how to manipulate emotions, memories, and even other psychic energies. You’ve been lucky to survive this long.” Lila felt a chill run down her spine. “Lucky?” “Skill helps,” Adrian said. “But you’ve been lucky in ways you don’t understand. Harper’s survival instincts are complex. You’ve only seen fragments of her true capabilities. And now… with Evelyn and Riley involved, the stakes have risen.” Cade leaned against a support beam, arms crossed, jaw tight. “So, what exactly are we

Chapter 21 ** Finley’s POV ** Harper is mine. My bond. My girl. My heart. My future. Her beauty entranced me from the first moment I saw her. I almost got my ass bitten by Chase just because I couldn’t resist the urge to stop and admire her for a moment. I should have known then that she was mine. No other female or male has got my attention the way she did. She is so small and dainty, but I can see a fire behind her eyes. She is a fierce warrior hiding in the most beautiful little body. A true wolf in sheep’s clothing. She hides her strength so well that even she doesn’t see it, and I’m here to help her discover herself. I’ll draw her out of the shadows she tries to hide herself in.