Novel & Cerita Untouched Novel Harper

She never went for the broke and ugly, only the wealthy and handsome. Although she always comes back hurt and miserable, she never learns. “I'm done, Em. There's no way I’d let anyone in anymore. For all I care, these men don't deserve me.” Ava would say, then jump right into a new relationship with the next available person. Thankfully, Emily never failed to be there for her during those times. Ava snapped her fingers in front of Emily's face, “Hey! Are you even listening to me?” “Unfortunately.” Emily murmured.

I lifted my hand and touched the edge of the hair falling over his forehead. He caught my wrist before my fingers reached him. I laughed softly. “Still sensitive?” “Still attached to your hand?” “Still threatening women you miss?” His eyes changed. Just a little. But I saw it. I always saw it. I leaned in, my lips near his ear now. “You terrorize me through texts, send emotionally unhealthy little gifts, monitor my neck, then show up in some cheap club because I’m dancing with a man who doesn’t even know how to hold a woman’s waist properly.” I paused for a moment. “Zachary Romano, this is almost romantic. Very embarrassing for your charm.”

“You can still memorize what you’ve got.” “Except they’re so banal and half-arsed it hardly seems worth it.” she sighed. “I swear to God, I found one that opened ‘Bleak House, the Victorian novel by the Victorian novelist Charles Dickens’…Oh my God, I’ve wasted three years of my life.” “You haven’t wasted them,” Harper said consolingly. “You just haven’t done any work in them.” She made sad otter noises. “Seriously, it’ll be fine. Worst-case scenario is you get a two-two.”

The warriors would have her in the dungeon, and the judge would have her on trial for treason and murder for harming the great Alpha Carter. To have grown up here for 18 years has been like a complete fraud. There was never any real acceptance or need for her here. Harper forced herself to calm down. Now was not a good time to be sad. She had to get out of here, otherwise, it would be a dead end for her. Before the warriors rushed up, she quickly jumped out of the window. Carter's house had the tallest metal fence in the whole pack, cast with silver mixed with iron. When Harper put her hand on it, a sharp pain and burning sensation immediately gripped her arm along the palm of her hand, as i

"You can stay here as long as you want." "But, you.." "You misunderstood," I interrupted gently. "I was only asking to know how things were going with the house." She nodded, then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. My hands hovered awkwardly in the air for a moment before I lowered them, patting her back lightly. A wave of her perfume hit me. It was rich, luxurious, and expensive nothing like Emma’s cool, soothing jasmine scent. Why the hell am I comparing them? After Rachael left the room, my phone rang. The team had finally cracked the password on the device, and the data was intact. I told them to bring it over immediately.

I guess trauma had become my second skin. I glanced around the room. Still my new one. Bland walls, crisp sheets, and unfamiliar emptiness. I was lying on the bed now, clothed in a soft, oversized nightshirt. I could only hope Penny or Hazel had been the one to change me—because the thought of Nathan laying a single finger on me again made bile rise in my throat.

How would Hayden Moreau know about it? “How did you know about that?” She asked with a straight face, not letting any emotion out, afraid that the man in front of her would use it to his advantage. “Let’s just say that Harold lets me crash at his place from time to time and I saw some interesting letters in his study,” Avery bit her tongue, cursing Harold inside her mind for being careless.

“And we have so many more ways we want to ruin you.” Lucian grinned, already hardening again. “By sunrise, you’ll be addicted to us.” Harper closed her eyes, breathing hard, a tired but exhilarated smile on her face. She had come to Thorne Manor to disprove ghosts. Instead, she was getting the best, most terrifying, and most satisfying sex of her entire life. And the night was only just beginning.

"Try not to hit a squirrel, Romeo." "I’ll try not to miss." They slipped out into the cold, cheeks pink against the November air. Their first stop was the downtown bookstore. Harper wandered the aisles, fingers grazing book spines like they were old friends. Jaxon stuck close, occasionally reading a random sentence aloud from whatever book he’d picked up. "This one says ‘nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.’ I feel personally attacked."Harper laughed. "Put the diet book down and find me poetry." They bought two used paperbacks and left with fingers still laced together.

So when he found out Harper had used her family's influence to snatch away Olivia's honor as the valedictorian, forcing her to leave the country in heartbreak, he was furious. He knew how to manipulate others, but he despised those who used dirty tactics. At first, dating Harper had been a game to him. He wanted to see who would come out on top—him or her. But slowly, something shifted. Harper was gentle and kind-hearted. Despite her wealthy background, she never flaunted it. After her graduation, she became a children's book illustrator, creating charming picture books adored by kids everywhere. The royalties she earned? She donated them to orphanages and animal shelters.