Untouched Novel Harper Novels & Stories

As Beth's arm reached for her face, the distance between them lessened and Killian gritted his teeth. “Don't you dare touch her, Macbeth. Don't!” He warned, and she - due to her own reasons, and not his shallow warning gradually dropped her arm. With their distance closed, the two ladies stood over each other, and the aged woman's warm, kind smile seemed.. pitying to Francess. Or.. she imagined it? She wasn't so sure - why would she get pitied by? “Your answers, unfortunately, are to be delivered by the devils. It is indeed a shame but I pray the angel you unjustly hate will be there when you must apologize.” As she spoke, Beth held her hand then placed the book titled - ‘...They're Around’

"B*stards!" Harper saw the entire scene, and he felt as if countless steel needles pierced his heart. With a roar, Harper ignored the Ninth Sacred Sect's disciples that fought with the monster and rushed toward the girl with the neat fringe like a storm. Then, Harper flicked his long sleeves, the chains in his hands were intertwined into a big net, firmly catching the girl with the neat fringe that fell mid-air and pulling her into his embrace. The last time the girl was seriously injured, Harper still treated her like an object and just carried her under his arms. That time, he was sincerely hugging her.

"My mom wants me to take a bath with her, and a minute ago grabbed my crotch." "Your mother didn't do that." "Trust me. I was right here. She did!" "Mike, the woman in your care is Precious. Ashley Harmon, your mother, is lost somewhere in the sub-conscious mind of Precious." "Okay, I've got that. What do I do?"

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The librarian's silver box glowed with a soft, pulsing light. It was a small thing, but it held the weight of my entire home. On the giant glass screen behind him, I watched the map of the stars. My world, the green forests, the messy cities, and the people I had fought for, was turning a dull, dying gray. The harvest was eating the air, the water, and the very life from the soil.

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

Hudson made the world feel safe, a mountain of strength she hadn't known she lacked. As night fell, Harper Bennett finally opened her eyes. Her throat felt as though she had swallowed hot coals, and her head throbbed. Avery was instantly at her side, helping her sit up and offering a bowl of warm, herb-infused water. The liquid soothed the burn of the spores. Flashes of toxic nightmares—the sensation of drowning in silver—crossed Harper’s mind. But now she felt clean, wrapped in fresh linens. Someone had tended to her wolf. For so long, since her parents’ deaths, Harper had been the one to provide, to guard her sister, to hunt alone. It was the first time someone had guarded her. The warmth

Need your brain. My thumb hovers for a second. Then I hit send. The message goes through. My heart beats a little faster. Not with nerves. With resolve. I set the phone down and stare at the ceiling. I’m not trying to start a war. But if someone insists on acting like they’re untouchable… Well. Sometimes you remind gods they bleed. ⸻ I pass Harper’s door again on my way to the stairs. Her light is still on. She’s sitting at her desk, working.

Text messages I had screenshot when Harper unlocked her phone and handed it to me with the quiet exhaustion of a woman who had been keeping someone else’s secret for so long she had forgotten it wasn’t hers to keep. Alfred had found out I had been to see her before I could do anything with what she had given me. He had moved them again within days, packing them up and relocating them to somewhere I couldn’t find, and then he had sat across from me at dinner that same evening and passed the salt and asked about Nathan’s grades and not flinched once. I had gone back to Harper’s apartment and found it empty. Cleaned out. Not a trace of them left except a note on the kitchen counter in handwriti