Roy Harper Dead Novels & Stories

I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came. "Meghan!" Gerald's shout snapped me back to reality. I opened my eyes and saw her gasping for breath before me, blood steadily seeping from her back. Before I could react, a scream rang out nearby. It was my colleagues who had just gotten off work. I scooped Meghan up and shouted to them, "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

He couldn't believe Harper had just slapped him because of that guy. “Tsk, you hurt me because of that damn man, Harper. Just so you know, today two men have died in front of the Rebel Club. Do you know? The club belongs to Alex." Harper wore a cold expression when Tyler tried to tell her about the terrible events that had just occurred. But Tyler told her with a scornful expression. Harper wanted to slap the damn face one more time to get him to stop making fun of her because she loved Alex. "You'd better go, Ty. Our conversation is over."

Then he said, “So, am I buying a part of everyone here shares?” The questions made Mr. Harris uneasy, and he looked over at Jason, who knew a question like this was bound to happen, and then said, “Well, no. So much has been happening to our family reputation after Austin's death, so that’s why we kept it on the low, but the thing is, Damion is dead.” Immediately, Mr. Harris's eyes widened; a look of horror, disbelief, and grief filled his face while Mr. Alfred blinked, looking as though he was taken aback by this information, which made the tension inside the room grew. It's as if time had stopped for them. “Says who?” Daniel Anderson's voice echoed from the open Conference room door.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

"Chop her up in pieces. Dissolve the body in acid. Make sure there's nothing left to find." My heart stopped. Started again, racing. “What—” "Have a nice death, Madison." Harper waved cheerfully, heading for the door. "I wore black because today's your funeral. How thoughtful of me." Her laughter followed her out and the door closed behind her with finality, "NO!" I thrashed against the restraints. "HARPER, YOU COWARD! COME BACK HERE! I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO GOD—"

"Oh, really? What was the dream about?" "It was about me and Barry. He was telling me goodbye." Harper replied. Her reply sent chills down Derek's spine. He didn't believe in supernatural stuff by any means, and he had to admit that what Harper had just said was a tad unnerving. "Well, I'm glad you got to say goodbye to him. Listen, honey, I'm so very sorry, but Barry is no longer with us. He died this morning." Derek told her.

I forgot what it was like to function without alcohol and honestly, without Declan, the pack could have been a whole mess. Back then, it was like the will to live have eluded me, sounded like some fantasy that I could never live. And then on one of those nights when I was particularly drunk in the pack in the bar, I saw Harper… she used to have a mate that physically abused her, and that night she killed him and she was here to drink her sorrows one final time before she ended it all. We were like two sides of the same coin, two fragments of one soul that found each other that night.

Just as these questions swirled in her mind, her phone buzzed. Her frayed nerves caused her to jump and bump her head on the roof of the car. She hesitated before answering. "Harley." She whispered in a weak voice. "Mother! Is everything ok? You sound... Off. Helena tooa shaky breath before responding. "Something bad has happened, Harley. Lee... Lee's dead" "What?" Harley gasped. "How? Who did..." Helena cut her daughter off. "I don't know, Harley. But take heed, baby girl. We can't make anymore mistakes because whoever did this is probably watching our every move."

I rose to my feet, my chest tightening as I watched the nurse struggle to form the words. “She…” The nurse faltered, her voice breaking. She took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the clipboard like it was the only thing keeping her steady. “Harper went into cardiac arrest. We tried everything we could, but… I’m so sorry. We weren’t able to save her.”