Untouched Novel Harper Novels & Stories

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

Every anomaly feels deliberate yet unplanned, and my pulse accelerates. A journal catches my eye. Its leather cover cracked, pages brittle. I open it, careful not to tear the paper. The entries reveal snippets of life: appointments, frustrations, and references to patrons or family members. One entry mentions “H.V.” repeatedly, initials scrawled in a hurried hand. Harper Vale? I wonder, the thought turning cold in my chest. Could Harper have orchestrated this? Or merely known too much?

My forehead furrowed when I saw a small piece of paper. "Metamorphosis is coming..." What is this? I looked at the back of the note and read it. "Your future defines here..." it looks like a quote. It was given to it by one of the students yesterday. I just put it in my bedside table and headed out of my room. I slowly went down the stairs, when I saw Lucky, talking to my mother. She's wearing a beautiful casual dress. Above those beautiful dress was our graduation gown. Her hair was curled naturally. She's wearing also... make ups. I didn't even recognize her.

or someone. Authority: Ms. Hampton, can you clarify what led you to believe Mr. Thompson was withholding information? Jessica: I tailed him. After his breakup from her previous girlfriend, Emma, his evasiveness didn't end. That's when I found Scarlet, imprisoned like some forgotten doll in his mansion. The room is tense, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and cold justice. I lean against the wall, my arms crossed, observing her every move. Despite her physical limitations, her mind is sharp, weaving a tale of deception and misplaced affection.

He slices through the paper with slow precision, a subtle tightness in his jaw. Inside, nestled like a secret in a bed of crisp black tissue, is a book. A hardcover. Matte black jacket. White serif font. The Tangled Truth A Novel He freezes. The title registers like a whisper in his bones. Familiar. Haunting. His gaze falls to the author’s name printed below the title in small, elegant script: F. H. His heartbeat falters. He sits down slowly, almost mechanically, and opens the book with careful hands, his fingertips grazing the pages like he’s touching something holy. Each page exhales secrets. Each word unfurls a tether.

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

He looked so peaceful like this, his brows relaxed, lips slightly parted. He hadn’t experienced a nightmare this time. A small smile flickered across my lips as I watched him. Was it selfish to hope this moment meant something? Whoever this “Honey” girl was—the one whose name had haunted his dreams—was it too much to believe he could forget her in my presence? Something twisted in my chest. Maybe I didn’t want to know the answer. I stayed there for a while, letting my fingers lightly brush the ridge of muscle on his arm, trailing softly, lazily over his skin. It felt dangerous, allowing myself to feel this much, but I couldn’t help it.

I could imagine the consequences of an army that didn't stay dead, and it made the fortress feel less like a sanctuary and more like a cage. Cade leaned forward, his eyes searching mine. He asked me what exactly had happened in the library before I fainted. I gave him a vague description, telling him about the mirror and the headache, but I held back. I felt like some things shouldn't just be said out loud, especially not when I was still trying to process my own past. But when I mentioned the book about shadow wraiths, Cade’s eyes widened. He looked genuinely surprised, telling me that the book was previously never there. I was shocked. If Cade hadn't seen it before, it meant someone had in

Harper I hit the ground on the other side wrong, ankle twisting sharp under me with this pop that makes me yelp “fuck fuck fuck” loud enough that a couple birds scatter, and I’m hobbling there cursing Elias for every single thing he’s ever done to my body when this girl comes running up from the parking lot edge, all wide-eyed and helpful like she’s been waiting for drama. “Harper? Oh my god, are you okay? That looked bad, here let me…” It’s Lauren, the kind one from my old psych class who always shared notes and smiled too much, and I don’t trust her for shit because what if Elias planted her, what if this is another spy like Sophia, but my ankle is throbbing and I’m already late on my wind