Novel & Cerita Untouched Novel Harper

Unlocking her phone, she quickly typed a message to the unknown number from earlier. [Who are you? If you're telling the truth, I want proofs.] Her heart rate accelerated as three typing bubbles appeared. [Fine. I'll send you proof. Only if you're truly ready to go all in.] Harper's breath caught in her throat. She quickly typed a reply. [What do you want?] She swallowed hard as the bubble appeared again. Every second felt like an ominous countdown. And then a reply came. [I want to ruin the Blackwell family. You'll be shocked by how deeply rotten they are. Are you in?]

And yet, she was gone. His brows furrowed, eyes cracking open. He sat up, pushing the dark strands of his hair away from his forehead, confusion clouding his thoughts. He hadn’t expected to wake up alone. He dragged out his wallet to check if his money was still intact, everything seemed the way he had left them, his money was intact, his cell phone and every valuable. Fred didn’t panic. His life had been filled with beautiful women, none of them ever stayed the night. But there was something about her, something different. Something that made him uneasy.

Harper praised her as she stepped closer, holding Innessa's hands in awe. "My son is so lucky," Harper said and her eyes turned misty. "I always wanted a daughter like you," Harper said as Innessa pulled the woman in a gentle hug. "I'm your daughter, the one you always wanted, Mom," Innessa said softly and Harper couldn't stop the tears as they brimmed her eyes. Pulling back, she retrieved a diamond ring from her finger, holding Innessa's hand she put the ring on her index finger. "My mother-in-law gave it to me on the day I got married and today I'm giving it to my daughter," Harper said smiling with misty eyes. Innessa got emotional because Harper just called her daughter rather than her d

Harper’s gaze fell on his long, pale hands, and a strange flutter rose in her chest. She had always sworn she wasn’t a hand fetishist, yet now… she found herself captivated by his hands. She moved closer, sitting opposite him. Chase looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Come for a drink?” He didn’t comment, only glancing at the bottle in her hand. Seeing his silent consent, Harper poured herself a glass and drank it down. Pff… cough cough! The sip nearly choked her. The liquor burned down her throat, scorching all the way to her stomach!

My fingers scanned the faded spines until they stopped on a worn, hardcover copy of Greek Mythology. I took the book and retreated to a single desk beneath the window, as far away from Vera's circle as possible. Opening the heavy cover, I tried to lose myself in the text, tracing the printed lines about ancient gods and trials. Reading always used to ground me, but today, the letters seemed to blur together on the page. A sudden, violent smack rattled my desk. Vera’s palm was flat against my open book, pinning the pages down. I froze for a beat, watching her knuckles turn white, before slowly raising my eyes to meet her glare.

Harper wasn't supposed to find the notebook. She had gone to the library after school because she needed somewhere quiet to work on the academic championship application, and Luca had promised to meet her there after practice. He had been late, which was hardly unusual. By the time he finally appeared, Harper had finished one section of the application, rewritten another twice, and eaten the chocolate bar she had been saving in the bottom of her bag. He dropped into the chair opposite her with his football bag between his shoes.

Uncle Zeke was the first to approach us. “It went well.” Aunt Rose answered. He turned to me, “I hope he was gentle, are you hurt anywhere?” I shook my head and said, “I'm okay.” I crossed the room and sat next to Elliot whose temperament was as cold as ice. He was probably hoping the result would be in his favour. For me, I didn't know what to think. The examination did not exactly feel like one. The Doctor appeared to be unprofessional but still, I couldn't exactly be sure since he is the Vance family's private doctor.

Then deleted it without a word. I turned to Ivory, wrapped my arms around him, leaning into his chest. My real life starts now. And this time, no one else gets to write it for me.

She didn't respond, but she stopped stacking utensils and just watched me. I picked up another handful of utensils. “That’s a lonely way to live, Harper.” She shrugged. “It’s better than trying and failing.” “No,” I said. “It’s not.” She didn’t respond, but her shoulders dropped noticeably like a weight had just been lifted off them. We finished the cleanup, the shared physical task easing the friction between us. I stood up, stretching out a low crick in my back. “The shelf next,” I instructed. As Harper started reorganizing some boxes on the shelf—with care this time, she reached behind a stack and pulled out a tiny spiral notebook I’d never seen before. The cover had a grease stain, and t

"By the way, what are you coming here for?" While tidying up the papers and some files on her messy desk, Harper tried to get Amber's attention away from Alex and whatever possibility she was thinking. And while she was arranging all the papers on the side of the table, the tail of her eyes accidentally caught the silhouette of a black book on the table that she had not touched for a long time because she had been struggling with Alex's problems and the things that have been haunting her for too long. She then grabbed the novel and stuffed it into her handbag. Hope to read it again when the moment is right to read. "It's about Tyler."