Untouched Novel Harper Novels & Stories

I stood in the center of the room, my hands shaking slightly as I unbuttoned my trench coat and let it slide to the floor. Underneath, I was still wearing my office blouse and pencil skirt, but the fabric felt heavy and suffocating against my heated skin. I expected them to be rough. I expected them to claim me like the cold, ruthless businessmen they were, to treat me like a transaction they had just finalized. But as the three of them closed the distance, the absolute opposite happened. Adrian was the first to reach me. His massive, calloused hands didn't tear at my clothes; instead, they cupped my face with a shocking, breathtaking gentleness.

Daniel thought bookstores were inefficient. “Remember this place?” Harper pulls me inside. The familiar smell of paper and coffee hits me—sandalwood and possibility and all the hours I used to spend here in college, hiding between shelves and dreaming of a future that looked nothing like my present. “You practically lived here junior year.” Harper stops in the journal section, pulling down a leather-bound notebook. “Write in this.” “Harper” “My treat. Consider it a very late divorce gift.” She presses it into my hands. “Write everything you’re feeling. Everything you can’t say out loud. Get it out of your head where you can actually look at it.”

“The others came through the business. They were already in the lifestyle. They came to us with expectations.” Nathan leans forward slightly. “She’s fresh. A clean canvas. And a clean canvas, if she trusts the ones holding the brush, will want far more than someone who’s already been burned.” He’s right. It’s always the same with the others. Their first experiences shaped everything. One bad scene and suddenly even light choking is off the table. One selfish Dom and they think aftercare is a myth. But Harper… Harper hasn’t been tainted. She’s coming into this without scars, without jaded cynicism, just curiosity and cautious hope.

Marcus intercepted and told him to stand down, I saw a vague movement as if he was going to continue but both Alex and Tommy moved around me and blocked him. I made my way up the stairs to my room where Louise had run a bath ready for us. She smiled at me as I carried Harper into the bathroom. It was the first genuine smile I had ever received from her. Harper had woken up on the way up the stairs and I placed her gently on her feet and headed out the room while Louise helped her to undress and clean up. I went into Marcus’ room and jumped into his shower, quickly washing myself. My mind was full of everything and also full of nothing. I knew that things would be different tomorrow and the s

The collaboration between Brighton and Fortuna was completed under her guidance. "A young, beautiful, and talented woman? She even refuses to acknowledge her mother. What kind of decent girl would seduce the uncle of a man she was engaged to? "She's nothing more than a sly fox. I'm sure Fortuna only collaborated with Brighton because of Mr. Harper. "No matter how great Mr. Harper is, he's still a man, and men can be seduced. But Mr. Harper Junior won't fall for it." "In all these years, have you ever seen Mr. Harper bring a woman home? He's such a clean freak that he wouldn't even let her touch him if she wasn't special.

Another second, and he might have lost control, choking Harper with his bare hands. Leon Everhart was a man of composure, but the stark contrast between the woman he saw two hours ago, eagerly taking her child to a hotel rendezvous, and the demure, seemingly loving wife now standing before him, clutching their illegitimate child, was too much to bear. Harper was even better at acting than he had ever been. Meanwhile, Seraphina Arden was busy sorting documents and working on reports when Harper walked into her office holding the baby. Seeing Harper, Seraphina couldn’t help but feel a chill. How can someone so beautiful, graceful, and elegant be this calculating?

Her white t-shirt was stained with blood and she was, for all intents, dead. Harper had explained in detail about her own experience. How she had burned up from the angel grace and how she had ended up in the Neverplain with the angel trying to connect with her. I tried to block out most of what she was saying. I still had nightmares about what Nathaniel did and how I saw her die in front of my own eyes. It was still painful to hear that Nathaniel and unknowingly triggered her transition. Or maybe he knew, he sure seemed shocked when Harper appeared in the woods and sliced him in half. Maybe certain branches of the Circle knew more than others. I hated we were so in the dark.

I said, then shooed them away. A couple of minutes after they left, while I had immersed myself in the book I was reading, I felt a presence hover over me. Judging from the way the person’s shadow practically covered my entire figure, I could tell it was a man. I put my bookmark on the page I was reading, closed the book, then took off my sunglasses and looked up to see who it was that had decided to disturb my peace. “Colleen Hoover,” he said, reading the name of the author of the book in my hands. “My sister loves her books”.

I stood there, helpless, as they worked around him. “Please step outside,” someone said, guiding me toward the door. I barely felt it, I barely heard it. My mind was still stuck on his words. The door closed in front of me and just like that—I was alone again only this time…It wasn’t just heartbreak waiting for me on the other side. It was something far more dangerous because somewhere out there… Someone had just learned—Daphne Harper existed.

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN