The Survivors Jane Harper Novels & Stories

So when the betrayal hit, my first instinct was to end the pain in the most permanent way possible. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I could survive without them. I could do more than survive. I could live better. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together. "I'm never doing that again. By the way, how did you get there in time?" Harper shrugged. "Ever since I heard that plane nearly went down, I've had people keeping an eye on you. Good thing I'm nosy like that. Otherwise I would've never seen you again."

If Jane was right about them, I don't think I would have the strength to walk on my own two feet. I ask Harper more about what Harvey said while I was in the shower, and I find no faults; it's all very similar to the things I've been told — means to keep their secret, to stay safe while Jane is still at large, and ways to protect our family and her friends. It becomes even more obvious that Harper is digesting the colossal truth about the supernatural better than I did, although, a werewolf didn't shift in front of her like Abby did to me. Harper has yet to see such a startling thing.

"I’m challenging my sister. The girl who used to share her candy with me. The girl who cried when I got married. Is she still in there? Or are you just a hollow shell made of tin?" Jane’s grip on her staff tightened. She jumped from the ship, landing on the dock with a heavy metallic thud. The concrete cracked beneath her silver boots. She walked toward me, the crowd parting like water. "Hazel, stop," Miller whispered from the motorcycle. He was reaching for his gun, but his hands were shaking. "She'll kill you before you get ten feet." "Let her try," I muttered. Jane stopped three feet away. Her face was a mask of cold, beautiful silver. "There is no Jane anymore, Hazel. There is only the H

She lost her strength when her shoulder was dislocated, and then she felt a hit in her back as the second rogue kicked her there. Jane heard Kim telling her to run, but her legs refused to move. She was staring at the horrid scene of two rogues brutally hitting Kim, and Jane fell to her knees when a spurt of blood splashed on her face. Was that blood Kim’s? Jane opened her mouth in a silent scream for them to stop. Why were they doing this? What was the point of this violence? Only a year ago, she saw her mother and five siblings being murdered by their abusive father, and Jane survived by accident because she hid under the bed, and he was too drunk to count them all, and Jane slipped throug

I said. Riley got out her phone and opened a news website. Immediately, I read the headline. Vanessa Harper is a Homewrecker.

Everything that had fallen apart hadn’t been put right – but she’d given us both our lives back, giving us and our triplets the chance to live as a family. After we’d survived the battle – well, not survived it, not exactly – Jane had told me a heartbreaking truth: that she was waiting to die. Ares had bought her time, but not much. But then… she’d felt fine. Better than fine. Around the same time the clothes had appeared behind us and I’d been brought back to life, she’d realised – after, when the dust had settled, when she’d had time to think and process everything that had happened – that she was healed.

I did not had answers to it. For godsake I was just a child who was trying to live a happy and normal life but instead what I got in-return was the fucking pain, suffering and abuses. I was left alone all by myself to fight with everything; nobody stood with me or for me; everyone left me, my father, my brother everyone left me alone to survive with that horrible woman. I was betrayed and left alone to die.

Harper said as she brought her hand to her forehead and swayed a little. I position myself behind Harper to steady her as she appears overwhelmed and pale. Reflecting, I wonder if I should have approached the situation differently. It has been two weeks since Tambre shared the news about her uncle and aunts with Harper and me. Both Tambre and I had promised Harper that we would do everything possible to locate them. Using the information provided by Tambre, I had hired one of my best friends, Travis, who is a detective, to track them down. My hopes were for them to be found in time so they could make it to our wedding, which is fast approaching. Travis had found them within four days. The su

a voice which I recognized said and Harper came into view, she didn’t catch sight of me as she walked up to Vincent and pulled him into a hug. My eyes widened as I caught sight of them together, Vincent kissed her as he stared at me with a smirk. This was the first time I saw her since I got back my memories and I was mad, sad and disappointed. Harper, she was a sister I had looked up to all my life. I shared every secret with her and all those while she was sleeping with the man I loved, not only that she never felt remorse and worst of all she tried to kill me, she knew I was alive and never tried to bring me home.

When I woke up, I was lying in a sealed hospital room at the institute medical center. For a moment, I thought I was still in Dante’s old medical room, and fear dragged me awake before I could think. “Don’t touch me…” “Aria, it’s me.” Professor Shaw’s voice pulled me back. She sat beside the bed, still wearing the same dark coat from that night. Behind her stood the project doctor and a woman from the institute’s legal team. “You’re safe now,” Professor Shaw said.