Novel & Cerita Jane Harper The Survivors

It took the last strength in her to be able to hold the tears till she leave the crowd. Here she was, the most miserable and vulnerable 22 years old lady any one would ever think of. Her life never had good memories, it's filled with pain and hurt. Harper never had a single memory of her parent or what they look like since they both died while saving a stranger, and unfortunately during the healing process of the stranger, her mother's water broke and she was birthed. The only family she had was the woman who saved her life 22 years ago after the stranger was killed. It hasn't been up to a year that the woman she knew as her grandma died, yet it felt like yesterday to Harper.

“My money would be a waste if you were dead.” Building my resolve to want to survive, get out of here, and throw a fist into this bastard’s face, I forced my waist to move with every movement he made. His hands threaded up my thigh and a sob left my throat. My mind drifted back to Lucan. Where the hell was he? How about Kim? And as much as I hated to admit it… I feared that the system had already placed us all on different paths and I would never see the people I had managed to get acquainted with sooner or later.

For a few seconds or maybe minutes, I didn’t care about anything else. Not Zane. Not the truth. Not the chaos waiting outside. Just this. This small, fragile moment of comfort. Eventually, the intensity faded, leaving behind shaky breaths and tear-streaked faces as we slowly pulled apart. Winnie sniffed, wiping her cheeks, but her gaze dropped almost immediately. To my stomach. And despite everything… a small smile found its way onto her lips. “Our baby survived it all…” she said softly. My hand instinctively moved to my belly, resting there protectively.

For a werewolf, that’s nothing, but for someone weak like Harper, that has to be harmful. “Jenna, I need you!” I shout as I stride through the medical wing. Jenna, the only other female doctor, looks up from the nurse’s station and blanches. Usually, Jenna only handles pregnancies, but I don’t trust the other doctors with Harper. Jenna follows me into the room and hovers at my side as I lay Harper on the patient bed. “Figure out what’s wrong with her and make sure she’s alright.” Harper’s POV I blink slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the bright lights above me while I come back to my senses.

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I am a survivor. That’s what I keep telling myself every single morning I wake up, look into the mirror, and force my reflection to meet my gaze. My reflection doesn’t always believe me. Some days, the woman staring back at me looks tired, fractured, and weighed down by memories she has no business carrying anymore. But I am Sierra Morgan. I survived Logan Hart. I survived Liam Foster. And if life thinks it can throw more at me—I’ll survive that too.

If Jane was right about them, I don't think I would have the strength to walk on my own two feet. I ask Harper more about what Harvey said while I was in the shower, and I find no faults; it's all very similar to the things I've been told — means to keep their secret, to stay safe while Jane is still at large, and ways to protect our family and her friends. It becomes even more obvious that Harper is digesting the colossal truth about the supernatural better than I did, although, a werewolf didn't shift in front of her like Abby did to me. Harper has yet to see such a startling thing.

"I’m challenging my sister. The girl who used to share her candy with me. The girl who cried when I got married. Is she still in there? Or are you just a hollow shell made of tin?" Jane’s grip on her staff tightened. She jumped from the ship, landing on the dock with a heavy metallic thud. The concrete cracked beneath her silver boots. She walked toward me, the crowd parting like water. "Hazel, stop," Miller whispered from the motorcycle. He was reaching for his gun, but his hands were shaking. "She'll kill you before you get ten feet." "Let her try," I muttered. Jane stopped three feet away. Her face was a mask of cold, beautiful silver. "There is no Jane anymore, Hazel. There is only the H

“I didn’t give birth to them, but they are my responsibility. I’m supposed to keep them safe.” “You’ve done a wonderful job. I promise you they are safer now than they have ever been. I also have children to keep safe, and I think you can help me,” Deacon says and pulls his phone from his pocket. He shows her something on the screen. “That’s Harper, she is new,” the girl says, and my knees almost buckle in relief. Harper is alive, and this girl may know how we can find her. Tears well in my eyes and Mason wraps his arms around me, sharing in this overwhelming feeling of hope.

There was a blank, dazed look in her eyes, like she still hadn't processed what had happened. Cecilia moved on instinct. She flagged down a nurse, asked for some wet wipes, and began cleaning Harper's hands with gentle, steady movements. The warmth of Harper's skin under the cold cloth made her throat tighten. It felt like the only thing she could control right now. "That was terrifying," Harper whispered. Her voice cracked. "He's insane. How does someone survive that kind of crash and still manage to climb into our car? We didn't even see him get in."

The survivors stared up in shock, barely processing that they were still alive, their eyes fixed on the helicopters hovering above. Men rappelled down one after another. Last to jump was a young woman with a ponytail. They stood above the bunker entrance, looking down at the group below. "Hey," the girl said, the only woman among them. "You Ark One residents?" "Yes, we are!" one man answered quickly. Just then, a sharp scream cut through the air. "Aaah! Gideon, you idiot! Your sister's already turning into a zombie! Why did you bring her back here?" Penelope screamed, her voice shrill with panic.