Untouched Novel Harper Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.

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!

The forest is where we breathe freely as wild creatures. Even though the wolves they killed were not shifters, we consider them family. I was utterly screwed just because of this, but what made me feel even more hurt was the way Mattia and the others were enjoying their hunt. "Harper, are you in there?" Mabel's voice called to me; she knocked on my bedroom door. I left my book, even though I was half immersed in reading my novel "Yes, Harper?" I asked "I was visiting an acquaintance of mine for a few days. You continue to work in the kitchen as usual. You can do it, right?"

“You’ve been starving for attention, Ava. For someone to look at you and see you. Don’t punish yourself for finally taking what you need.” Ava let out a trembling laugh. “You make it sound so simple.” “It is,” Harper said. “You just have to choose the version of yourself that feels real.” Ava looked up at her, eyes glistening. “And what if the real version destroys everything?” Harper released her hand and gave a half-shrug. “Then let it burn, darling. Sometimes burning things to the ground is the only way of birthing something new.” The words hung in the air for a while, no one saying anything.

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.

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