Harpo Speaks Book Novels & Stories

Why would Zephan be talking with Harl? Or was my active imagination taking a toll on me?

“Today started off totally normal. I got up, had my coffee and went into work. I had a clumsy moment, but then some insane, controlling jerk came in. He orders me around and for some reason I have to do what he says. I have no other option even though my brain screams for me to run. He takes me, against my will I might add, to the park. In the middle of fricken winter, and throws me into a freezing cold lake. And now, even this could be explained as you being a mental patient but then I am transported off of Earth and then I am attacked. Attacked by a creature of myth. And of all the things you could possibly have asked me, you ask if I am okay!. My chest is heaving by the time I finish. “I

I had to be smart… and being smart meant not being a troublemaker… and that meant staying alive, doing exactly what they wanted. ‘Remove her gag’. Someone, the same man possibly, ordered and within seconds, it was pulled from my mouth. My lips were dry, the cloth that was gagging me had soaked up all the moisture in them, but I ignored the sting for now. ‘Who are you?’ ‘I-I... I’m Harley. My name is Harley’. ‘Harley what?!’ ‘Harley Carter’. There was silence for a minute while they spoke in their own language again. Even though I didn’t understand a word, I heard them say Ron’s name.

Wallace was about to drink from the cup when an arrow went right through it and then Royce appeared out of black smokes. ♟️THE TWIST OF FATE♟️ (SON OF THE SOIL, BOOK 2) 📖Chapter Fourteen 🖋️Written By: Oladimeji Abubakar FROM LAST EPISODE Harvey remained unconscious for days. Hera didn't even try to eat him, instead he was trying to make him wake up. Suddenly, he saw something move in Harvey's arm. He pierced Harvey's skin with his sharp claws and reached for the thing which turned out to be a snake. The snake bit him but he is immune to venoms, he crushed the little snake with his mighty hand.

My skin itched and burned, as if it was being stretched to its limits and beyond. I tried to scream, but my voice was lost in the cacophony of sounds emanating from my own body. My vision blurred, and I felt myself losing consciousness, falling into a dark, abyssal void. As I plummeted into the depths of unconsciousness, I heard Harper's voice, her words echoing in my mind like a sinister prophecy. "The question is, what kind of monster will emerge?" she said, her tone dripping with anticipation, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, or a promise.