Roy Harper X Reader Novels & Stories

I find her standing in the entryway with her arms crossed and an expression that looks dangerously close to anger. "Why was Harper here?" she asks without preamble. "She brought some research materials about dimensional exposure effects. I told her you were dealing with some adjustment issues." "You told her I was having problems?" The question comes out sharp enough to make me take a step back. "I told her you seemed to be having trouble readjusting, yes. She's an expert on dimensional—" "She's not my doctor, Rhett. She's not my therapist. She's a tracker who helped with one rescue operation, and now she's apparently monitoring my recovery like I'm some kind of science experiment."

Harper screamed, pushing herself off the ground. She didn't run away. She ran directly toward him. "Commander, stop!" Nyx roared, reaching out to grab her, but Harper was already sprinting across the disintegrating marble. The ambient dark energy was tearing at Harper's pure white Architect uniform, burning her skin, but she didn't care. She remembered the man in the dark master bedroom who had whispered, I will not touch you until you beg me to. She remembered the man who had faced a god-killer's nuclear detonation just to keep her safe.

My thumb hovered over the answer button and everything in me was screaming not to do this, not to let Hailey's voice anywhere near Harper when we were already standing on the edge of something that could break us completely. But Harper was looking at me with those eyes that were still wet and red from crying and I couldn't say no to her... I never could. I answered and put it on speaker. "What did you do to him?" Hailey's voice came through and she sounded…I don't even know. "Harper... I know you're there, I know you can hear me..." Harper didn't say anything, just stood there with her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold herself together.

"Your hand... fuck, baby, you're going to make me come if you keep doing that." Harper's cheeks burned hotter, but she didn't stop. She stroked him faster, firmer, twisting her wrist the way she'd imagined in her late-night readings. Her free hand braced on his chest, feeling his heart thunder under her palm as his hips started rocking up into her grip. "Like that?" she asked, her voice breathy, her eyes darting up to watch his face. "Fuck—yes," he moaned, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Just like that, baby... you're perfect."

“Ah, fuck,” a male voice suddenly hisses, loud and sharp. I glance to my side—Harper. Oh my god. Rose is on top of him, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. She's rubbing herself against him without shame, clutching the fabric of his shirt like she’s hanging on for dear life, her teeth sinking into her lower lip in pure, unfiltered pleasure. Harper, though… Harper is gone. His hands grip her ass, fingers digging in tight. His head is thrown back, face twisted in ecstasy. His abs clench, his hips jerk up—and gods, he looks exactly like a man who's—

Her back hits to the wall. “Daniel… please…” Her voice shakes. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me one bit.” Harper shakes her head and closes her eyes. She is feeling overwhelmed, nervous and… excited? Her body reacts in a very strange way when this man is very close. She licks her lips, inhales deeply, and releases the air. “I don't…" The words catch in her throat when she feels a hand caress her shoulder. A sound much like a moan comes out of her mouth.

Harper said, glaring at me My jaws drop as I stare at him with my spoon falling off my hands “Harper…?” is all I could manage to utter, almost in disbelief “Stop looking at me like you fucking saw a ghost. I’m damn starving. Give me something to eat” he notice Haley at the kitchen wearing an apron. He scan her from head to toe “Well I will be damned. Who’s this beauty? Hi, I’m Harper Stevens” he said in a bow with his hand extended

And that's unfair to Ryder. “Hara, listen to me, “Hailey said, after noticing my hesitation in agreeing with her, “Don't forget how much Roland hurt you in the past. Don't forget all the misery he put you through and how he made your life hell. You shouldn't think about him or get excited about his return. You deserve a man who loves and adores you, and we both know that man is Ryder,“

I was finished and weary of these games. I was exhausted from being trapped in the chaos; all I ever wanted was peace and love, yet all I received in return was pain—the pain I never deserved, the pain I never wanted. Just then, the door swung open, and Harper entered. I observed as Harper stepped inside, her complexion pale and her eyes vacant. She appeared stressed, almost frail, as if she might collapse at any moment. I couldn’t help but glare at her; I knew she was upset due to what she had discovered about my betrayal with Vincent.

His response was perfect, he raised an eyebrow up and then back down, as his tongue slipped out of his gorgeous lips and quickly lapped up the blood. “You like it rough?” I asked seductively as I stared up into his delicious golden-brown eyes. “I do,” was his simple reply. My smirk grew even wider, because that was exactly what I wanted to hear. I quickly pulled my top up and over my head, and then ripped his shirt open sending buttons flying everywhere. I stood there staring at him for a moment, in a mix of shock and awe. His muscular body had a huge scar that covered his chest. It looked like a slash from a werewolf’s claws, but it was much larger. It was even bigger than my mega wolf’s hu