Harriet Kepner Avery Novels & Stories

The bustling atmosphere of the city relieved Avery. It felt like the place was alive and breathing. Upon arriving at the company, she was met by Kimberly who told her that there was someone waiting for her. "Who?" Avery asked, as they went in the elevator. The workers greeted her good mornings and went to do their jobs. Kimberly waited until the elevator was empty before she replied, "Anastasia Beverly. Your husband’s, former lover. She's an actress and played minor roles in big dramas."

And then, from the shadows behind a half-empty bookshelf, a voice: “You came.” A woman stepped forward. Late thirties, wiry, eyes sharp behind old glasses. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. “I’m Charlotte Avery. Independent investigative journalist. Or I was, until Vivian destroyed my reputation five years ago.” I tilted my head. “Go on.”

"My grandfather doesn't host parties. He hosts executions. Every person in that room is on his payroll, and every camera is pointed at your throat." Avery sat at the mahogany desk, her fingers tracing the edge of the invitation. She looked different than she had a week ago. The softness in her jaw had sharpened into a line of marble. She wasn't the waitress drowning in debt anymore; she was the woman who had just survived her first week as the Chairwoman of a Fortune 500 company.

"No one knows what Missus Hart, your mother, asked you to do that day. But according to our research, it has something to do with Avery. Not only is she the heiress of the Yeager family, but she's also under Valencia's protection as well. We can't make her talk or lock her up for interrogation…" Harvey turned to look at Tyler. "But you should know that Avery has been secretly meeting up with you behind Vicky's back. Her motive is to fuel the flames of your imagination. Vicky has told you more than once to stay away from Avery. Alas, even though you agreed to do as she said every time, you just as quickly forget the promise you've made her. "This time was no exception. All the times you think

she breathed to herself, tears threatening to spill at the cruel waste of it. “But I can’t trade my dream for the president suite room.” “Someday soon, I’ll afford a hotel like this for my whole family, and I won’t mind spending a single penny!” She told herself encouragingly. Avery paused her packing at the sound of the doorbell outside her room. “Maybe that’s my food!” She said excitedly. She ran toward the door and was so excited she forgot to check who was out there. She was utterly surprised to find Harrison was the one pushing her ordered food cart.

She should have talked to him in private. Ava felt stupid as she picked up her tray and threw her half-eaten breakfast in the trash so she could keep her regular appointment with the dean. The last thing she wanted was to get Jared into trouble. Especially since it looked like she would need a whole bottle of his magic cream soon. Her stomach was already in knots as she thought about training.

Avery looked at Dean with a deep gaze. Dean had never met a younger person who would dare look at him so boldly with such a gaze. "Miss Tate, hearing you say that has made me afraid. Maybe I don't know her as well as you do." "How could that be possible? If you did not investigate her background, how could you possibly be in a relationship with her?" Avery lowered her gaze and looked at the cup of coffee. She said distractedly, "Madam Hills is my teacher, Professor Hough's junior. He had praised her in front of me. He said that she is extremely talented, a rare medical genius."

Dante stepped in front of June, stone raised. The woman laughed—a clear, musical sound that sent a shiver down June’s spine. “Put the rock down, Dante. I’m not the government, and I’m definitely not that weak computer ghost you killed at the mill.” “Who are you?” June asked, instinctively shielding her stomach. “My name is Avery,” the woman said, descending the stairs. “The real Avery. My grandmother funded your grandmother’s bakery. Our families have been partners for a long time.” “Partners?” Sarah spat, her face twisted with anger. “You stole my mother’s life. You turned my family into a battery for your company!”

Chapter 24 Avery woke me up at 5:00Am this morning so that we could leave to meet Sierra and Daniel in Hawaii. This time I said goodbye to my parents before I left of course Dwayne warned me to be careful that Avery can't be trusted. The problem with Avery is constant drug use; it's like he can't breathe without snorting up. Part of me wants to save him while the other part of me wants to run and never look back. But I know he needs me so running isn't an option.

She handed some of her things to Kiran, who instinctively reached out to help. Avery wanted to buy everything that looked yummy or interesting. She muttered, "This hat looks cute. I'll get one for Goober—Gosh, this noodle tastes amazing! I've gotta buy some for Josephine—" Kiran coldly stared her down while holding everything she had bought for her. Avery even bought some things for Lewis. The only person she neglected was the one who stood aside and held her things. "How much more are you going to buy?" Kiran questioned.