Roy Harper Dead Novels & Stories

Harper leaned against the back seat with his eyes closed as he replied, “Mm.” In the next second, after the phone call had been connected, Chris Mabbett’s voice sounded over on the other end of the line, “You went all the way to Isonbert to look for that old Taoist priest just because of a rumor that has not been proven? Harper, are you crazy?!” “I’m crazy.” Harper suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were flushed red as he replied in an almost paranoid tone, “Chris, you were the one who told me that she’s still alive.”

Connor scolded unhappily, "What's gone? Celia, did Clarisse collude with you to deceive me again? Tell her that she will only make me hate her more by doing this!" Celia's voice was a little shrill. "Connor! Clarisse is dead! Dead!" "Enough!" Connor hung up immediately after he finished yelling. No matter how many calls Celia made, he did not pick up. He gently and patiently coaxed Rosalie who was crying beside him. Then, several flustered police officers came to the door, knocked, and said, "Connor, the head of the deceased has been found. Hurry up and come with us."

The Harrolds are old money, wealthy for generations, their empire spanning petroleum, wine, gemstones, and industries I can't even begin to count. Dr. Mary Harrold, a renowned surgeon, and her husband, Gregory, have two sons. Liam and Kendrick. Liam, the eldest, runs their businesses. Kendrick, the rebellious younger son who could have walked straight out of a novel was rumoured to have died in a car crash after a drunken night. His girlfriend had left him at the scene, helpless and the rest they say is history. Keisha never believed it.

Harper was restless. Her head swayed sideways and she seemed to be fighting someone. She almost pulled out her oxygen mask. “Someone should call the doctor!” I yelled. “Harper, please, don’t do this. Doctor!” I cried, trying to calm her down alongside her uncle while Attorney Davey went to call the doctor. Suddenly, she became still and the heart monitor stopped streaming. My heart struck my throat. Is she dead?

He died in an instant. Then, Harvey kicked the body toward Manager York before showing a calm smile. “Take him and leave. No need to thank me. “It’s not worth mentioning anyway.”

I stand near the edge of the upper balcony, holding a fresh crystal glass of blood-red wine, watching the Mercer family fracture from within. Talon steps up beside me, his hands folded neatly behind his back. "Don't let them ruin your appetite, Harper." I take a slow sip of the rich liquid, my eyes narrowing. "They don't have the power to ruin anything for me, Talon." The Harper who would have cried over Grayson Mercer died the night he abandoned her in the Hollowfang Woods. Yet, as I stare down at the sparkling wine, a sharp, sudden ache throbbed deep within my chest cavity—a residual phantom pain left behind by the original soul of this body. The poor, fragile human-born Harper who loved G

He had been lucid till the last and the best part was that he had at least gotten a chance to say his goodbyes to everyone. Harper, despite knowing he was going to die, was inconsolable after his death, crying uncontrollably and refusing to leave his body alone. Her friends supported her as much as they could but she was still a mess. It was understandable. Her whole world had collapsed. What was left of my council members were devastated, too. So was I, having lost a gem of a person to this venom. Not that I wanted to undermine his death, but what I was more devastated over was Ivy's disappearance. As much as I didn't like it, I had to cut short the mourning of my council members before put

Harvey continued in a pleasant voice as if he could feel my eyes on him. That’s not what is important right now. According to Hayden and everyone else for that matter, Harvey is dead. He’s supposed to be dead. However, the man who sat in this royal luxurious chair looked very much alive. He looked so fine, so perfectly functioning, and so damn good looking that it was unfair. --To be continued…

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

And, in the end, he was right, that relationship ended in ruins. Drake carried in the bags of items I’d bought for him, then we were back on the road, heading toward my spa. I leaned against the seat, scrolling absently through my phone, when a headline caught my eye. Harper’s face filled the screen. “Don’t go causing trouble, dear Harper,” I muttered with a faint smile, clicking the article without even reading the caption first. But then… My hand flew to my mouth as a small scream escaped me. “No… no way.” The words came out in a shaky whisper. Harper was dead.