Untouched Novel Harper Novels & Stories

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.

_ Emily barely stepped inside before dropping on the couch, exhaling hard as her bag slid from her shoulder. Ava glanced at her, then back at the magazine in her hand. “You look like you just survived a world war,” she remarked, flipping the pages. “Yeah, I survived Rex Hale,” Emily muttered, bending over to pull off her shoes. “You met Rex Hale?” The magazine slipped off Ava's hands as her voice echoed, and her eyes widening as if Emily just told her she had met a god. “That's the part that got you? What about the part where I said I survived him? That man humiliated me.”

“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.”

"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.

Because of his love and concern for them, he’s ready to do anything… sometimes, that means making decisions that are both risky and dangerous… Like trusting a human with their deepest secrets. Wherever Jonathan is now, he hopes he’s living to his word of non-disclosure. Harper stepped out of the room wearing an olive-green dress. It has flowy, layered skirt that moves when she does. The sleeves were made with mesh net and the small v on the middle of her chest gives a peek of her feminine breasts. Her hair was let down and even with the simplest look, no makeup, no intricate hairdo, she looked astonishing. Damon couldn’t stop staring, and he had no intention to.

After just taking the dopamine, I desperately erased the contents of the BL novel from my head. * * * I desperately tried to forget. But that ended up being poison instead. Because it took a whole year and a half to realize this place was inside a novel! “Damn it, this is the world inside that R-rated obsessive confinement angst high-tension gay story?!” “B-brother, what’s wrong?” Only then did I feel the small body tightly held in my arms trembling slightly. ‘I-I forgot! So this kid is…’ That tragically confined ‘male’ protagonist Harper Lewis (age 4) is lost and being held by me.

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.

"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.