Jane Harper The Survivors Novels & Stories

Genevieve’s voice trembled, “what happens when he finds out you and the kids are alive? The man is dangerous.” “So am I,” Jane said coldly. “And unlike him, I have nothing left to lose.” Genevieve stared at her, heart sinking. “I don’t recognize you anymore… The Jane I knew wouldn’t speak like this.” “That Jane died six years ago, Genevieve,” Jane said, eyes like ice. “The night she was betrayed, tortured, and left to drown. What you’re seeing now is what’s left someone forged in betrayal.” “And the children?” Genevieve whispered.“They’re mine. Not his. If he ever asks, I’ll tell him I got rid of them. He doesn’t deserve to know they exist.”

"Ma, I can't just throw her out. Vincent took a bullet meant for me. If he hadn't stepped in, I'd be the one in the ground. He's gone, and Isabella is the only family he left behind. I'm not leaving his widow out there with a target on her back. I'll talk to Sophia when she wakes up." "You know Sophia. She won't see a widow. She'll see another woman in her house." My eyes snapped open. I went still. Then the truth hit me. I was back. Ten years before everything went to hell. None of it had happened yet. This time, I would survive. So would my family. Anna, Lucas's mother, rushed to my bedside. "Sophia, thank God you're awake. Don't worry, I've already made myself clear to Lucas. I won't let

I stared at the live surveillance feed from Zane’s private suite above the family warehouse, and my heart sank. On the high-definition monitor, Zane had Harper Monroe pinned against the wall. Her dress lay in shreds across the marble floor. Their bodies moved with a familiarity that no longer needed excuses. I stood in front of the screen, refusing to look away. Watching. Memorizing. Learning exactly how my husband betrayed me. Harper had been placed in Zane’s crew three months ago.

"Now the hard part. Talk about Adrian. What he did. Why you ran." The next hour is brutal. Reliving Adrian's manipulation. His threats. The hunting lodge. Mom's kidnapping. Every traumatic moment we've survived. By the end, I'm shaking. Lucian's hand is locked in mine, the bond pulsing with shared pain. "That's enough for today," Harper says gently. "You did great. This is exactly what we need." "It doesn't feel great," I mutter. "No. But it's necessary." She saves the recording. "The journalists I'm reaching out to…they're going to ask hard questions. Skeptical questions. We need you ready."

They trembled, and their faces twisted from the pain. Harper had it the worst out of the group. She was stripped naked and placed in a jar. Terrifying divine flames rose from the bottom, causing her to screech in pain. Smoke rose as her body burned—a cruel sight to behold. In stark contrast to their miserable state, a man laughed happily as he constantly shot fireballs into the jar, causing the flames to burn more vigorously. As the divine flames intensified, Harper’s screams grew more distressed. The pain tormented her soul.

From the moment she decided to abandon that child, the child no longer had much to do with her. If she wanted to live the life of her dreams, she had to harden her heart. "What about the child?" Hugh inquired, his curiosity piqued by this previously untold part of Harper's story. Of course, Harper wouldn't tell the truth. So, she put on a sorrowful expression and said, "The child… didn't survive the earthquake…" Hugh refrained from probing further. "I'm sorry, Hugh! I never intended to deceive you. I was merely terrified of losing you… Throughout my time abroad, you and everything about us was all I could think of!" Harper's grip on Hugh's hands tightened as she spoke.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

“I shouldn’t have—” “Don’t,” I said. I sank beside her, touching her hand. “You fought. You held your ground.” “You saved me.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My hands were still trembling, cold seeping into my bones despite the fire. Harper sat down across from me, her expression unreadable. The flickering firelight carved shadows across her face. She waited until Liam finished dressing June’s wound and stepped out to stand guard. Then she leaned forward. “You felt it, didn’t you?” she said softly. “When you called the storm.”

"Harper, I need you to think very carefully. Is there anyone around you who might’ve done this?" She gulped. If she thought about it now, there would be a list. “I…I have to think about it,” she told him. "Fair enough. But whoever they are, they're close. And they're watching." Harper nodded weakly, fear sinking into her bones. A sniper had come for her. How exactly was she supposed to date anyone—real or fake—when staying alive suddenly felt like the more pressing problem? “I want you to make a list for me,” Detective Reyes started to say but Harper was barely listening because standing a few feet away was Maddison. And she looked mad.

And now, as Amber, I refused to let her escape the consequences of her actions. I realized that Harper deserved to pay for her sins just as much as Lucas and Rachel did. She had played a pivotal role in the destruction of my life, and I wouldn't rest until she faced the wrath of my revenge. She’s the reason why I was killed before my rebirth. But I knew I had to be careful. Harper was cunning and manipulative, and I couldn't afford to underestimate her. She was a powerful woman, with connections and influence that extended far beyond what I had expected.