Roy Harper Dead Novels & Stories

And then he looked back at the sleeping face, serene in sunlight, and he knew. It was actually over. Harper was dead, his reputation reduced to zero. The media had passed on, their tale rewritten from scandal to success. The shareholders were not only satisfied but affectionate. The foundation was thriving, a living, breathing offshoot of their love. Every external threat had been cut off.

"You need to go. Both of you. Do not tell anyone you were here." "We will not," Liam said. He pulled me toward the door. The parking lot was bright. The sun was higher now. The world looked normal. Safe. It was not. "Liam," I said. "The key. If the house is gone, the key is gone." "Or it is not. Robert Harper died in that fire. But he had time before it started. Time to hide something valuable." "Where?" Liam opened the car door for me. I got in. He walked around to the driver's side. His hands were steady on the wheel.

Cassius quickly presses the emergency button while I stand up from my seat, and begin to administer CPR, pressing firmly on her chest. Just as the doctor rushes in and takes over, I take a step back, breathing heavily as fear engulfs me. I don't think I am ready for this yet; I can't lose her. Then the heart monitor suddenly emits a flat tone, and the doctor moves backward. “On May 15th, 2021, at 8:40 pm, we hereby pronounce Harriet Mayfair dead,” the doctor announces as I fall on my knees. I could hear the family members wailing, but only a fool will believe they are truly sad about this. Mom moves closer and helps me up, and we leave the room. I really feel like crying, but I try hard to h

"Is… is he dead?" Serena asked, trembling as she pushed away from Harvey. Harvey's face showed a mix of doubt and hesitation as he cautiously approached. It was not until he placed his hand near Kane's nose and confirmed there was no breath that relief washed over his face. "He's dead. He's finally dead!" Harvey chuckled, his voice manic with joy. "This is it! The Weller family is mine now!" Laughing wildly, he became almost unhinged, waving his arms in celebration in front of Kane's lifeless body.

"Ms. Whitmore, something's wrong. Mr. Harper's sister—" Gina frowned, waving her hand irritably. "Forget about bringing Anna. Cancel the VP appointment ceremony too. He's just throwing a tantrum over the breakup. Like I'm going to keep babying him forever." Claire sounded panicked. "That's not it, Ms. Whitmore. The hospital said that Mr. Harper's sister has already passed away, and he bought a plane ticket abroad."

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

“Just answer me.” Another pause followed, and when the person on the other end finally spoke, my heart seemed to stop. “There was never a body, Vespa.” I gripped the edge of the desk. “What?” “There was no body recovered, and no official report ever confirmed that she died.” My mouth went dry as every comfortable lie I had been hiding behind suddenly disappeared. I had always believed Harper was gone because that was the only version of the story that made my future safe. I never stopped to ask where her body was because I never imagined anyone would question it, and now I understood how foolish that had been. If she was alive, she did not need to prove anything to destroy me because the tru

CHLOE “I’m sorry, Harps.” I rub Harper’s hand as she shakes, staring at the door where the man she was dating lay dead. I can hear the thump of my own heart, and I have not recovered, but at least I got a heads-up about the situation. “He was dangerous, and he could have hurt any of us.” Her sob comes out higher, and I grab her by the shoulder, pulling her into me. She cries against my chest, and I rest my head on top of hers.