The Survivors Jane Harper Novels & Stories

My screams swallowed by silence. She gasped so hard I thought she’d choke. “Jesus Christ, Harper!” I nodded, eyes blurry. “Yeah. Rowan moved me here. Cameras, guards, new locks, Santiago. He won’t let me be unprotected, not even for a second.” She pulled her hands free, but only to wrap them around me, hugging me so tight I felt my ribs ache. “My Blue,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You survived all that alone?” I shook my head against her shoulder. “Not alone. Not anymore.”

“ In all due respect Ms. Snow, I don’t think we care anymore, if it wasn’t for the distinctive marks on Mrs. Martinez that we all knew about before the explosion, we would have never been able to identify the body. None of us expected that, and we are saddened by this information, but there is nothing we can do about it. Maria chose to take her life instead of facing the many of us. It didn’t seem like she wanted to run and wished to be laid by her husband. We are shocked at what you did for us. You told us you were going to protect us and you did just that. You went after the very people who wished us dead and took them out. Again we are grateful. I think I speak for everyone when I say, no

"You left me stranded overseas for four years, fully aware that I almost died multiple times trying to track you down. You didn't lift a finger. You just sat back and treated my survival like a joke. "Since the day I landed, I've told you repeatedly that we're done and I'm not marrying you. So, which one of us is playing games?" Damian tried to justify himself, his voice wavering. "I knew you were abroad, but there's no way you actually went to the front lines. You're just a girl—" "What about it?" Sebastian cut him off, his gaze darkening. "The woman you're talking about repeatedly ran straight into heavy fire, risking her life to report from active war zones.

Sam knelt heavily on the ground. “I deserve to be punished, sir. There seems to be some mistake with the information I received. I only found out today that besides the seven girls, there was another woman who survived the fire as well. “It seems like she had worked as a caretaker for Green Hills Orphanage back then and was in charge of the washing, cooking, and cleaning.” Chase felt hope in his heart. He quickly asked, “Is her name Julia? Julia Radley?”

Even though he is on her mind, even though she wishes to save him, even though she wishes to see him one more time, there is nothing she can do and she hates that she is helpless. “For how long will you keep standing there?” Amber escaped from her thoughts and moved her eyes to look at Harper who was at the front, staring at the waters. After she left Hazel’s place, she went to Harper’s room but could not find her there and the only place she could think of was where she was now. Harper never left after gathering her mother’s ashes. She stayed back, alone. She moved her feet, raising sand as she walked and she went to sit beside her where they both stared at the waters.

Victor nodded to the fair end wall of the mausoleum. Lexi walked over to it. The plate said, Davidson Mosley, born December 1, 1984, died December 3, 1984. Lexi looked over to the next name plate. It said, Daphne Mosley. “I take it this was Mrs. Mosley.” “Yes. She died five years before Mr. Mosley,” Victor said as he walked to stand next to her. “Mr. Mosley wasn’t the same after she died.” Lexi’s eyes looked at the name plate six inches away from Mrs. Mosley. It said, Jasper Mosley. He had died two years ago. “I guess he died of a broken heart, huh?”

"I am a survivor. For six years, I was believed to be dead. I was in a coma, a prisoner of my own body, while the man who had promised to save my family was tearing it apart. The man who had promised to love and protect me was betraying me. I am here today to say that I am alive, and I am not afraid. I am here today to say that I will not rest until the people who hurt me and my family have paid for their crimes. I am here today to say that I have a partner who will fight with me, not against me. We are in this together, and we will win." The room erupted in a frenzy of shouts and questions. The reporters, their faces a mixture of shock and awe, scribbled notes furiously. The headlines were

Harper's grin was triumphant, as if she'd defeated him at some competition he didn't know existed. Later, Jonah was packing up his gear in the empty boardroom, and Clarkson entered, closing the door behind him. The silence was heavy. “You held your own,” Clarkson said, his back to Jonah as he looked out over the city. “Was that the test?” Jonah asked, his voice tight. “Throw me to the wolves and see if I’d survive?” Clarkson turned. “Survival is the only test that matters here.” He took a step closer, his gaze intense. “Harper isn’t your enemy. She’s a force of nature. A necessary one. She keeps the machine running.”

Jace kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console, close enough for me to reach if I needed to. “How’s Harper this morning?” he asked. “Quiet,” I said, looking out the window at the passing trees. “Mum stayed with her for a while. I think she’s in shock. It’s one thing to run from a ghost and it’s another to realize the ghost has your phone number and knows where you live.” “She’s lucky she has you,” Jace said. “She’s lucky she has my family. It’s not just me,” I corrected. “Are you still nervous?” he asked.

Harper clung to him, her fingers digging into his vest as her voice trembled between panic and accusation. “Just blow the place, Zane. Please… I don’t want to lose my leg.” One of the crew stepped forward despite the gunfire still echoing across the pier. “Boss, Don was clear—the target must be taken alive. And the analyst is still up there—” Harper’s sobs cut sharply across the protest. “Zane!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Am I really less important than some analyst?” For a brief second, he hesitated. He lifted his head and looked toward the balcony again, toward the bound woman whose face remained hidden in shadow.