The Survivors Jane Harper Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Was she pregnant? She nodded. “I kept the bracelet as a gift to whoever the next Luna would be. I’m happy it’s a kind person like you. I’m a weak omega, but I promise to serve and protect you and your unborn children in my own little capacity, Luna.” I smiled at her sincerity. I was lucky to have a loyal handmaid who was sincere without me breaking a sweat. *** “Luna! Luna!!” Harper screamed my name. I jolted awake to find out it was morning already. I stared at Harper, whose eyes were reddened and filled with tears. I flinched when I saw that her clothes were covered in blood. “What happened? “Zhuri, it’s Zhuri. She’s dead.” “What!”

Even Harper, who wasn't the one celebrating a birthday, appeared to be having a more enjoyable day than I was. "Thank goodness, Jo. I've been searching everywhere for you. Adrian and I would like to take you and Elaine out. I'll be waiting for you on your floor if that's alright," she said, her warm smile offering a glimmer of hope. Harper was Liam's twin sister, so it was only natural for her to step in for her brother temporarily. I had occasionally filled in for Elaine in a similar manner, but this situation was quite distinct. Only Liam could truly fit the role he played in our plans, and Justin had inadvertently disrupted everything.

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

It took the last strength in her to be able to hold the tears till she leave the crowd. Here she was, the most miserable and vulnerable 22 years old lady any one would ever think of. Her life never had good memories, it's filled with pain and hurt. Harper never had a single memory of her parent or what they look like since they both died while saving a stranger, and unfortunately during the healing process of the stranger, her mother's water broke and she was birthed. The only family she had was the woman who saved her life 22 years ago after the stranger was killed. It hasn't been up to a year that the woman she knew as her grandma died, yet it felt like yesterday to Harper.

"Harper, I need you to think very carefully. Is there anyone around you who might’ve done this?" She gulped. If she thought about it now, there would be a list. “I…I have to think about it,” she told him. "Fair enough. But whoever they are, they're close. And they're watching." Harper nodded weakly, fear sinking into her bones. A sniper had come for her. How exactly was she supposed to date anyone—real or fake—when staying alive suddenly felt like the more pressing problem? “I want you to make a list for me,” Detective Reyes started to say but Harper was barely listening because standing a few feet away was Maddison. And she looked mad.

Loria blinked at him, something flickering in her chest—hope, maybe. Andy held her gaze and added, “I’ll need to take Mamaw to get her approval. But if it’s for the pack, for the survivors… I don’t see why she’d say no.” Loria leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her hands hanging limp for a moment before she dragged them through her hair. The image of thirty bodies waiting to be buried, of more survivors on the way, of Moon sleeping quietly—all of it pressed against her. “Thank you, Andy,” she said softly.

“I’m Ryder Kane, a Navy SEAL, here to rescue you.” “Yes, I’m Miles. Help me.” A pause as she looks away. “They k-killed Robert.” “Agent Marcus?” Shock reverberates through me. She points to a bundled blanket in the corner. Horror whitens her face, and she looks like she is torn between racing to the body and fearing to set her eyes on her dead coworker and boyfriend. Harper begins sobbing. “He abandoned his assignment as Lila’s pretend Dom because he knew it would never work a-and took a job as a waiter to save me,c-ob-but they discovered him.”

She knew I could see it. Only she and my grandmother knew that name. "I’m so happy… my Nia has grown strong in a place I couldn’t see. I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you." I shook my head through tears. I was happy too; I had never thought I’d get to see her again. "As long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy." In the end, I woke slowly on the operating table. The world had returned to normal. Winson was imprisoned for rape, tax evasion, and unlawful confinement.

We’d worked together too long for me to miss the signs. “There’s something else?” I prompted. He nodded slowly. “I’ve been looking into Harper’s whereabouts as you requested.” “And?” “Harper went back to Paris,” he said. “She left a few weeks ago.” “Paris?” “Yes,” he nodded, pulling up something on his tablet, turning it toward me. “We tracked her to a bakery there. She’s been working under a different name, keeping a low profile. She’s been there for at least a year.” I stared at the screen which showed a blurry photograph. A woman with dark brown hair, a smear of flour on her cheek. She was laughing at something, her head thrown back.

She looked exactly like the girl who had sat with me in the library stacks and promised she wasn’t letting me do this alone. Harper was easy to hate. She was loud about her cruelty. An open book of entitlement and carefully aimed damage. Everyone already knew what she was. People like Priya were different. They smiled while they locked the door. They could kill you slowly and still mourn you the loudest. They could stand right beside you and still be the sharpest blade in the room.