Untouched Novel Harper Novels & Stories

I called an ambulance, but before the doctors could even start doing CPR, they declared she was dead. The shock overwhelmed me, and I collapsed in the hospital. - In truth, I had long stopped hating her. Perhaps I had even grown to love her. All this time, I had been like a stone, yet my heart had warmed under her touch. That day at the dinner, I had originally planned to refuse the invitation. But when Fred mentioned that Veronica would be there, something compelled me to arrive early. I deliberately left them hanging, hoping she would plead with me, but her stubbornness held firm. She would rather maintain her distance than ask me for anything.

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

"Ugh what so great about that novel?" "The woman as the protagonist in this story is my ideal girl. Sweet, modest, and cute, that you will do everything to protect her." Clai said and sit straight. "TSK, if you're looking for that kind of woman, you should be enrolled at Williams University and not here at Crown University. Almost all the women here are gangsters and can protect themselves. A girl like that in the novel doesn't exist in this kind of place. "I said and stood up.

Now a different crowd was watching me, and Harper had already written the story they would carry back to school. Mr. Grey’s jacket smelled like cologne and fabric softener. I held it closed with both hands and stared at the ground so I would not have to see their faces. The damage was already done.

CHAPTER 77 ELEC The first time I heard Harper's name that morning, I almost laughed. I was standing in the main hall of Gerald Packhouse, going through reports with two warriors, when I heard someone whisper that she was alive and that Alpha Pedro of Nightfall was protecting her. I looked up so sharply that both warriors went silent, but the idea was so ridiculous that I quickly shook my head. Harper had been abandoned with nothing, in the cold, after being rejected and sent away, and there was no way a woman like her could have crossed the distance to Nightfall and somehow ended up under the protection of one of the most powerful Alphas in the world.

Harper sat in her car outside the office building for twenty minutes before going in. She had walked back from the bridge, gone straight to the parking garage, and sat in the driver's seat staring at the concrete wall in front of her like it had answers written on it. Her father was alive. She kept saying it in her head and it kept not fully landing. Like a word repeated until it lost its meaning. Alive. Alive. Robert Wells was alive in Vermont and had been reading her published work and had named her before she was born after a writer he loved.

The Jefferson College library was Harper’s sanctuary—quiet, organized, and strictly rule-bound. Rows of bookshelves stretched endlessly, punctuated by small study tables, and the faint smell of old paper and coffee lingered in the air. Harper loved it. It was peaceful. It was ordered. It was hers. And then Emery Collins entered.

Everything Harper said was actually just for herself, I’m definitely going to have a dialogue with that guy or maybe way more than a dialogue, I won’t be taking it lightly with him if this ever happens again. I stared at Harper as she slept, I knew that in time past she could not stand up to defend herself, I have no idea what happened but all that had changed, I mean she could stand up to her mother now, why the hell can’t she do the same with Novan, or is she still in love with him?! She stirred slowly in bed and her eyes slowly fluttered open, She stretched out her body, slowly placed her elbow on the bed gently supporting herself to a sitting position.