Reviews Will And Harper Novels & Stories

"I want to recover faster. I want... to take you to more places." Harper’s heart melted into a puddle. She rolled her eyes playfully, a mischievous smile forming on her lips. "Boss, relying on willpower isn't enough. We need a Reward System." Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "What reward?" Harper leaned down to his ear. Her warm breath brushed against his neck, carrying that familiar scent of jasmine. "If you can stand for thirty seconds next time," her voice was soft, laced with a hint of temptation, "I will grant you one request."

Harper stepped forward, her chest rising and falling heavily, her hands trembling despite how tightly she held them together. "Seriously?" she said, her voice tightening. "This is what we're doing now?" She pointed at them. "You," she said, glaring at Reyes. "Put the knife down." Then her gaze snapped to L. "And you—what is wrong with you?!" There was a moment of silence. Andrei almost lost it again. Harper moved closer, her brows furrowed, her expression thunderous. "What psychiatric ward did you two escape from?" She demanded. L blinked, and Reyes' grip on his knife loosened just slightly.

I responded, feeling a sense of pride and happiness for her accomplishments. She looks thoughtful and says, "I never imagined this. I'm still processing the unexpected turn of events." I reach out and gently squeeze her hand, offering reassurance. "You deserve it, Harper. Your hard work and dedication haven't gone unnoticed. The board recognizes your capabilities." A genuine smile plays on her lips, and she nods appreciatively. "It means a lot to me, Josh. I'll give it my best." "I do not doubt that," I affirm, feeling a swell of pride for Harper's well-deserved achievement.

Aimee was happy for her and only prayed it lasted. She was happy for her mother, as well, if Aimee was honest with herself. For the first time since the death of her husband, Betty Harper seemed truly happy again. Aimee may not understand her mother's attraction to Paul, especially considering his past with Karla, but she was happy about the glow it brought to her mother's face as well as the bounce in her step. Karla was happy. Aimee was happy. Their mother was happy. For the first time since the death of Marty Harper, it was definitely a good time in the lives of the Harper women.

Harper wore an excited smile, already activated to gossip mode as she asked. "Andrian, that b***tad. How dare he? " Anger was glazing in her eyes as she questioned. It was the second day after Adrian's mother visited me. Out of concern, Harper had come to visit me after I vaguely explained the situation to her over the phone. " It doesn't matter, good riddance. You were too good for him anyway. " In seconds, her expression shifted, and I swear I saw relief in her beautiful eyes.