Roy Harper Fanart Novels & Stories

“You look like you’re about to cry or kiss him or both.” “I do not.” “You do,” Harper said immediately. She was glued to my side, her arm looped through mine like she was afraid someone might steal me away. Her eyes were bright and her face flushed with excitement. “Are you gonna wear pink or blue?” she asked for maybe the fourth time. “Or black? You’d look really cool in black. Like mysterious. Or red. Red would be insane.” “Harper,” I laughed. “I don’t even know the theme yet.”

*Rafe* I immediately spot Harper through the wall of bodies at the baggage claim. Her hair is pulled back in that messy knot she always does when she’s not trying too hard, and her smile is radiant. My chest goes warm immediately. I’m home. Harper begins frantically waving the moment our eyes meet. She’s wearing jeans and a navy hoodie that says “Minneapolis Art Girls” across the front in cracked white letters. I already know there are probably specks of paint all over it. I grab the strap of my carry-on tighter and weave through the crowd to get to my little artist.

“Please, tell me, Mr Rover. How can I help you?” “Well, I’d first like to mention that I’m a fan of your artwork, Miss Harper.” he said, giving me a smile that barely touched his eyes. “I’ve been a bit of an art-collector myself ever since I was in my college, and when I first stumbled across your piece, I was mesmerised. Ever since then, I've been an ardent collector of your art as well.” “That’s very kind of you, Mr Kent. It’s people like you that keep my business afloat.”

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

But Harper wasn't exactly shaking her off either. They parted at the last possible moment with a pathetic amount of hugging. Cole was crying openly and Harper was snuffling. "I'm going to come back and visit all the time," she said. "I really need another one of those facials." Cole nodded. "You'll need it. America is bad for the complexion." "And we can still Kik and buddy watch stuff." "Yep yep." "And you can obsessively like all my I*******m posts." "I only care about the ones where you're shirtless. Fuck this cappuccino foam art bullshit."

We would usually mate, and a mating bond was always stronger than that agreement that we signed on a wedding paper. “We have no objection.” Alpha Arturo said, looking at him through the corner of his eye. His voice was deep, husky, and hoarse. His power radiated by just seeing his presence, and I could tell that one growl from him would shut a whole room up with no fights or arguments.

" He said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "Thanks," I whispered looking at the girl I was painting staring back at me, her lips were painted red with some of it dripping down her skin. The blue and white waves welled up in her eyes while some of it streamed down her face. I was only starting on her hair, and so far I had grey locks covering part of her face. "What is it that you can't do?" He asked with a smile on his face as he looked at the painting astonished. "Suck dick," I said looking up at him with a grin and he looked back down at me shocked before clearing his throat.

“You two have been talking a lot since the art fair. Even at home. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” She pretended to study the hospital façade, lips twitching. “We just…have things to talk about. That’s all.” “Right. Things like brush techniques and the existential meaning of croissants?” I arched a brow. Harper pressed her scarf to her mouth to hide a grin. “Stop. You’re ridiculous.” But she didn’t deny it. And that tiny pause—barely a heartbeat—was enough for me. My best friend might not know it yet, but her heart was already plotting its own quiet masterpiece.

I watched him pop the memory card out, slip it into his pocket, then hand the empty camera back. “There. Now you didn’t see anything.” “I have backups in the cloud, asshole.” His eyes narrow. “Do you?” I bluff hard. “Yep. Auto-upload. Every photo goes straight to my G****e Drive. You’re already trending on Reddit.” He studied my face for a long second, then laughed. Actually laughed. It was deep and rough and annoyingly sexy. “You’re a terrible liar, little artist.” “My name’s Harper.” “I don’t care.” Rude.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I pai