Red Arrow Roy Harper Novels & Stories

"Of that I have no doubt." She watched as he strolled off, his hands back in his pockets. She could see the muscles in his shoulders and back ripple a little under his shirt as he walked, and the heat between her legs grew as she remembered how her hands had felt on those muscles. He would call her and, while she would not be panting by the phone in anticipation, she would be waiting for it. He was a bossy son-of-a-bitch, but there was something about Mitch Greenway that kept her going back for more. It didn't make sense. She should have been pissed at him for what he did, playing the game with her and her sister, but for some reason it only inflamed her passion more. You are one sick puppy,

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

Waiting to see the fallen King humiliate himself. [The Arrival] Outside, the noise of the paparazzi suddenly stopped. A hush fell over the red carpet. A convoy of six black Rolls-Royces glided to a halt at the entrance. The lead car bore the silver crest of the Sterling Family. "He's here," someone whispered. The doorman rushed to open the back door of the main car. But before he could, a pair of long, slender legs stepped out. Harper.

"You're a natural D, that punch was beautiful." Beautiful. That's the word. "Any more fights?" "Woah..." "What?" "There is, but this guy is an expert.." "Great, I'll grab a bottle of water and we can go. It's the winner against someone else right?" Harper watched me, silently deciding on what he should do. "I see so much of me in you, it's fucking crazy." He bobbed his head sideways. It's my turn to knock his shoulder and Strutt away. **

He trembles, both of them kneeling instantly. "Go, I will take first watch. I'll deal with you when we get back home." I tell him. He and his partner scurrying off. I don't go out of my way to know people's names unless they have made a strong impression on me or I hold them in high regard. Harper is one of the personal guards I hold in high regard since he was recruited from Weeping meadows pack three years ago. He was one of the most skilled fighters I had seen since Ryder and earned the privilege of being on my royal army easily. Of course he no longer is.

Perhaps he was right, there was no reason to fear. Taking the microphone, Harper met the crowd’s eyes with a steady gaze. “I am Harper Laurier. I am not a witch spy, nor am I a traitor to our werewolf heritage. I am not what rumors paint me to be. For the past two decades, I’ve been a regular member of this pack..." Harper began to talk about her experiences growing up over the years and her call for peace as one of the victims of war. Thanks to the righteousness of Ruby and some of the citizens, the crowd calmed down and listened attentively.

She’s so exhausted. She looks peaceful now. The pain finally gone and all that’s left is her. My Harper. Our Harper. “Thanks, Raff,” Archie says. “No problem, kids. See you all in a few days for training. Have fun,” he winks, and then he ports out. I stagger towards my bond group with a grunt as my wolf gives one last push for freedom. “Go, I’ll run back,” I pant. Finley hesitates, then he nods before they all vanish, taking Harper with them.

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

He leaves me sitting with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I can’t even begin to explain how grateful I am to have a son like Dylan, who loves me enough to care for me so deeply. If it takes all the rest of my life, I will make sure my son has the best life. Whatever he wants he can have. I’m about to stand up when Harper comes in. She has changed into black leggings and an over-sized, pale blue hoody with their college logo on the front. It shows off her cornflower blue eyes a treat, making me go weak at the knees. Damn, this girl sure knows how to get to me. She is breathtaking in such a simple outfit.

I looked up and saw that I was down to the last few well wishers, Havoc pacing with agitation and the need to mate our fated. ‘Calm, Havoc. Almost done.’, I said. He all but roared his frustration in my head. I was feeling it too. I was down to my last guest. I looked up to find Harper watching me with a predatory gleam in her eyes as she stepped forward and placed her hand on my forearm. “Congratulations, Your Royal Highness”, she said, eyebrow raised. She ran her tongue over her top lip, becoming bolder as she looked at me. “Thanks, Harper.”, I replied, shaking her hand off of me.