Jane Harper The Survivors Novels & Stories

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

She lost her strength when her shoulder was dislocated, and then she felt a hit in her back as the second rogue kicked her there. Jane heard Kim telling her to run, but her legs refused to move. She was staring at the horrid scene of two rogues brutally hitting Kim, and Jane fell to her knees when a spurt of blood splashed on her face. Was that blood Kim’s? Jane opened her mouth in a silent scream for them to stop. Why were they doing this? What was the point of this violence? Only a year ago, she saw her mother and five siblings being murdered by their abusive father, and Jane survived by accident because she hid under the bed, and he was too drunk to count them all, and Jane slipped throug

how he grabbed her hair, yanked her head back so hard she thought her neck would snap, how she hit him with the plank in pure self defense because she thought he was going to kill her right there, how he fell, the blood started pooling under his head on the kitchen floor, how she panicked, ran out of that house into the darkness, how she got hit by a car on that empty Montana highway while my name was flashing on her phone screen over and over, how she woke up tied to a chair in some basement she didn't recognize, how the man told her he was going to sell her like property, how she managed to grab his gun during a moment when he was drunk, careless, how she shot him because it was the only w

Even though he is on her mind, even though she wishes to save him, even though she wishes to see him one more time, there is nothing she can do and she hates that she is helpless. “For how long will you keep standing there?” Amber escaped from her thoughts and moved her eyes to look at Harper who was at the front, staring at the waters. After she left Hazel’s place, she went to Harper’s room but could not find her there and the only place she could think of was where she was now. Harper never left after gathering her mother’s ashes. She stayed back, alone. She moved her feet, raising sand as she walked and she went to sit beside her where they both stared at the waters.

“There are things you don’t know. Things I wasn’t allowed to tell you. But everything I’ve done since—every step—it’s been to keep you safe.” Jax barked a humorless laugh. “Safe? She’s standing on a blood-soaked pier with guns at her head because of you.” Harper’s laugh cut through the storm, ragged but still mocking despite the blood seeping through his sleeve. “Oh, I could watch this all night. Nothing sweeter than two dogs tearing each other apart over a bone.” He gestured at Sienna, his grin dripping malice. “And what a pretty bone she is.” Rage ignited hot in Jax’s eyes. He lunged a step toward Harper, knife raised—

I watch from the kitchen, stirring sauce on the stove, wondering how the hell I got so lucky to have this tiny, chaotic ray of sunshine in my life. “So,” I say over dinner, “how was California?” Harper sighs dramatically, twirling her fork through her pasta. “Oh, you know. Fancy restaurants, ridiculous shopping trips, billionaires being billionaires.” I grin. “Sounds terrible.” “It was,” she says with mock seriousness. “I barely survived.” She pauses, her smile fading just slightly. “Actually, there was… one thing.” I set my fork down. “What happened?” She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, a sure sign she’s nervous. “Rafe’s teammate,” she says slowly. “Jeff McNaught.”

Almost the entire pack is weeping now, hearing the horror of what Ayda went through. I don’t feel like crying, I feel like killing that fucking asshole for what he did to Ayda. “That’s how Harper and Kelsey found me. I was dying. If the cold and infection hadn’t gotten me, I’m sure some wild animal would have smelled the blood and finished me off. Those two women…” she stops, looking down and I can feel her memories of that night, see the women in her mind.

“And just because another maid saved you today does not automatically mean she is completely innocent either. You cannot trust people too easily, Avery.” I understood their concern completely, but deep down, I genuinely believed Janet would never hurt me. “I agree with Charlotte too,” Ivy chimed in softly. Before I could respond, Harper suddenly let out a loud terrified yelp that startled all of us instantly. I immediately turned toward her in confusion. Her face had gone completely pale. Slowly, she raised her phone toward me with trembling hands. The moment my eyes landed on the caller ID, my own heart nearly stopped beating. BEN.

"How do you know that?" "Because I've seen it before. I've seen what people like him do to good women." His eyes held mine. "And I've seen women like you survive it." I stared at him, tears still running down my cheeks. "Emma." His voice was low. Gentle. "You survived the apocalypse. You survived the end of the world. You survived dying and coming back. Do you really think Daniel's rejection is what will break you?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "It won't break me."

he stops and looks at Haley. With her heart racing she slowly uncovers my body, they were all surprised at what they see. The hole in my chest is no longer there. My body is slowly healing, slowly coming back to life. Harper checks for a pulse on my wrist He springs his head up fast “I got a pulse. It’s weak but I got a pulse” he chuckle “How is this possible? What the fuck is happening” Jane ask, her body trembling with fear “A miracle. Mason is coming back to us” Haley smiled at her