Novel & Cerita Untouched Novel Harper

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.

Each time piercing their hearts and watching the undead fade into thin air. Eventually, he gets to the final ghost that preoccupies his dreams. And as the final spirit dissipates, a door appears… ________________________________ Harper remains in a different realm entirely. She stands in a fairy tale universe. As if her own town was flipped upside, and now shined with bright colors and fairy dust. The air feels light and breezy as the sun shines down with abundance. Harper turns to the person who has tapped on her shoulder. Coming to find it’s an old woman, with kind eyes that asks Harper for a favor. “Of course,” says Harper. “What is it you need?”

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.

As she neared her locker, she noticed a girl she hadn’t seen before. She stood tall, with dark hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders. Her books were stacked neatly against her chest as she scanned the row of lockers, brow furrowing slightly like she was trying to match numbers. That’s when Harper appeared. “Well, well. Look who we have here.” Harper’s voice rang out, sweet but poisonous, her smirk spreading as she leaned lazily against the lockers. Her eyes flicked up and down the new girl with mock appraisal. “New girl. You’re in my way.”

“I thought he was going to find out.” “You have no idea,” Mrs. Harper said, finally moving into the room. She rested her hands on the back of a chair, leaning forward slightly. “The moment he started flipping through those papers… my heart nearly stopped.” Aurora nodded. “Mine too. I couldn’t even breathe.” She looked up at Mrs. Harper, eyes still wide. “Thank God Lilith came in when she did.” Mrs. Harper let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Thank God,” she repeated. “If she hadn’t burst in like that—”

Zara’s POV The image of Elora collapsing on the floor gave me more satisfaction than I had anticipated. She had always put up a venomous and monstrous look like she could devour anyone at any time. But today, she was softened and stripped of her mask, releasing the ugliest weakness and vulnerability I had always wanted to see. Since I got back from New York, it was the second most rewarding scene I had witnessed. The first was Zane being dragged like a thief from the Wesley Group he prided in so much, just to be thrown in a cell.

But tonight, something had shifted. Elena Harper’s presence lingered in the room even after she had left for the evening. Her laughter, her unwavering determination, and the vulnerability she allowed him to witness had pierced the carefully constructed barriers he had spent a lifetime building. In that moment, he realized that the heart he had always considered too fragile, too vulnerable, had been hiding all along, waiting for the right person to unlock it.

I hated the fact that my wolf, sealed for so long that I had almost stopped believing she existed, stirred at the worst possible time, in the worst place, with the worst possible man. By the time I reached the outer corridors, my breathing became uneven from confusion. I pushed away the thought violently and kept moving. I did not stop until I reached the outskirts of the pack, where I eventually found the secluded hut that belonged to the old woman…Seraphina. She opened the door before I could knock, her eyes scanning my face. “You met him,” she said calmly before stepping aside silently. I entered the hut, collapsing into the wooden chair. “Yes,” I said, exhaling shakily. “I met him.”

She hurried up inside and shut the door, feeling slightly odd as she saw the two guards Wolves move to stand in front of the entrance. Despite feeling exhausted, food did not even sound remotely appetizing. Harlow grabbed a water bottle and hurried upstairs to her bedroom; when she saw the note on her bedroom room with a scribbling 'You are so grounded, we'll speak in the morning' on it. Rolling her eyes, the amusement within her feature had her smile grow. Harlow grabbed ahold of the note and pulled it off her door, crumbling the material within her hands, only to soon after drop it in the bin when she entered her room, shutting the door quietly.