Roy Harper Dead Novels & Stories

He'd meet Harper at the house with the rest of the neighbors and friends that were gathering there. After the graveside service, Harper spent the rest of the day like an automaton, accepting condolences, answering questions about what she was doing now, making sure the food and drink flowed. Harper knew she should be upset about her father's sudden death, and she was on some level, but she couldn’t seem to feel it. Once past the initial shock caused by her sister's call, she'd ceased to feel anything at all. It was like she’d been packed in cotton wool.

If I turned my head at that moment, I’d have seen that these were the same two men who had shot the robbers in the afternoon. A few hours later, they returned to their hideout. "I’m worried. The more photos we send of Harper with another man, the angrier the boss will get, and he might actually kill us." "Who would’ve thought we’d find Harper again. How many of the guys from the old guard at the villa are still alive?" One of the men rolled up his sleeve, showing the scars covering his arm. Memories of that nightmare day came flooding back. Four years ago, after Harper fell from the building and went into a coma, everyone was waiting for the doctors to give a verdict. Then, she suddenly disa

Call immediately. I waited until Ivan was settled in the living room with his coloring books before returning the urgent call. “What did you discover?” “The death certificate for your wife was filed by Dr. Frederick Harper, chief of trauma surgery at Saint Mary’s Private Hospital, but here’s the interesting part—Harper is also the heir to Harper Medical Group and has been photographed with the Veyrons many times.” The phone nearly slipped from my trembling hands. The connections run deep, then. This wasn’t a coincidence or random rescue.

"Has no one informed you, Mr. Lutherson?" "Informed me of what?" "Hector Shayman took his own life seven days ago."

Chapter 80 HEADLINES BLAKE DAVENPORT HAS LEFT THIS WORLD. LEAVING BEHIND TWO LITTLE GIRLS. EARLY THIS MORNING BLAKE DAVENPORT AND HIS GIRLFRIEND JULLIET HARVEY HAS SUCCUMBED TO THEIR INJURIES AND DIED. BLAKE DAVENPORT DEAD EARLY THIS MORNING. EMOGAL HAS SAID THE NEWS TO BE FALSE, BUT AN INSIDER HAS CONFIRMED THAT THE NEWS IS TRUE.

He was almost at the exit door when. "Mr Harper??" Harper turned and saw Olivia and Sage approaching him. "Olivia!! Sage!!! I've been been trying to reach you both for a long time" " We lost our cellphones due to the commotion at the hall" Sage explained and Mr Harper nodded in understanding. "About that... How's Maynard doing?" He inquired. "Fine but slipped into coma. His condition isn't critical anymore" Mr Harper sighed in relief.." That's good to hear. Although, I can't help but blame myself.. if only I didn't pressure you into having a press conference"

And Harper—still blind enough to believe he mattered in this city. I almost laughed. I put the phone to my ear. “Now.” The sedan parked two cars down went up in flames before his driver could even pull out. The explosion cracked the night open, fire swallowing metal, screams slicing through the chaos. People ran. Some hit the ground. Others cried for help. Me? I didn’t move. Harper spun around, horror etched across his face when his gaze locked with mine. Shock, disbelief, fear—it was all there. I gave him a slow smirk, tilting my head like I was in on a joke only I understood.

~ Harper’s POV ~ It has been two days since the attack and these two days have been a living hell for me. Seven more gravely wounded pack members succumbed to their injuries in these last few days, which totaled the death count to 40. I had no idea if there would be more because many of the wounded were still teetering on the edge and fighting for life. 40 lives were taken and I had to supervise the organization of 40 funerals. Trust me, it isn't fun!

"You know, some fans could stab you in the back." "Stab me in the back, you mean like, talk bad about me behind my back, right?" Harper nervously asked, her eyes quivering in fear and horror. "No. I mean, literally." MOTHER OF COW. Harper just barely gotten herself out on death's hands, and now she had another possible cause of death waving a hand to her. She can't help but frown, knowing she just became someone's favorite; the grim reaper's favorite target.

She quickly took her phone and made a call. "Dr. Janson, was Jason Lowe's surgery a success?" "Jason didn't survive the surgery. It was his friend who came to deal with his body. I tried calling you, but you hung up. So, I stopped trying to tell you about this." Dr. Janson also told her that in my last moments, I was still trying to contact her, yet she would not even come to see me. He said that I had died an excruciating death. They could not stop my bleeding. He added that I could have had a huge chance of recovering from cancer, but my family had signed an agreement for the transplant, which was what killed me.