Novel & Cerita Untouched Novel Harper

Ruiz and the medical professionals to guide Nysaa back to a place of stability and healing. In the quiet confines of Dr. Ruiz's home, a full 24 hours had passed, and Nysaa was finally stable. However, she remained unconscious, which meant they were back at the beginning of her treatment. Dr. Ruiz knew that helping Nysaa navigate her traumatic past would be a long and challenging journey, and this incident had made it even more apparent. Dr. Ruiz sat in her study, looking through the leather-bound books that she had discovered among Nysaa's belongings. They turned out to be journals, once owned by Nysaa's foster mother. As she flipped through the pages, she became increasingly absorbed in the

I won't allow her anymore to fool her. "Please don't do this to us." She begs again. "I've had enough Audrey." I spat over the phone. "Please. Don't do anything that'll hurt Hugo." I hang up. - - - END OF BOOK ONE. Author’s Note: Thank you for reading!

And now, years later, he had the nerve to return as if nothing had happened. Glen didn't look the least bit uneasy. He even smiled faintly. "Mr. Hutton, you haven't changed at all." "Right?" Tiffany replied lightly. Since graduation, Tiffany had stayed in touch with many classmates through work. Over the years, she had learned how people changed—how the world polished away their raw edges and made them cautious, shrewd, calculating. Only Raymond was different. He hadn't changed at all. He still did whatever he pleased. Glen chuckled. "Family background really does shape a person. If everyone could live as freely as Mr. Hutton—"

He muttered, "It's over… It's all over. Rory and I will never have a future together." … One year later, at the Winston residence in Elmstead, Aurora walked downstairs in high heels. It was her first day returning to work. She wore a complete light blue suit that was professional yet elegant. Their butler, Noah, approached her respectfully. "Good morning, Mrs. Winston. You received a package today. I've signed it on your behalf." "Thank you." Aurora took it and casually opened it while eating breakfast. Caden walked into the dining room and gently helped tie her hair up with a hair tie. "Aurora, what's this?" he asked.

Before Brenda could properly take in the penthouse layout, Harper turned to leave, but she quickly held his hand and mumbled weakly "Stay", Having only been with one man all her life, now that she had broken up with Nathan, nothing was stopping her. She wanted to taste new waters and experience what it would be like to be with someone different, someone new Harper slowly turned towards her, his heart beating rapidly as he saw her bare thighs through the slit of her dress Her eyes were like a bottomless black hole that could swallow a person whole, and against his better judgment was lost in them She sat up with her back against the headboard and her blue eyes gave Harper an inviting look.

— Harper's POV I woke up in my new room in what Clive called his "little apartment." The smell of pancakes hit my nostrils, and I headed straight to the kitchen. Clive was standing there in an apron, flipping pancakes. "Good morning," I greeted, my mouth watering already. He turned to me with that charming smile that could make a girl's heart melt. "Morning." My gaze moved to the pancakes on the plate. "You can have one." His words interrupted my thoughts. I didn't hesitate and picked one up with my bare hand. It burned my fingers instantly, and I dropped it with a yelp.

Unburdened. The sight alone made the entire trip worthwhile. “You keep staring.” I smiled. “You keep noticing.” She rolled her eyes. Then laughed. The sound immediately improved my day. Again. Everything about this woman affected me. Everything. The realization no longer worried me. Instead it felt right. Completely right. A few minutes later our food arrived. Harper immediately stole fries from my plate. Without permission. Without shame. Without hesitation. I stared at her. She stared back. “What?” “You have your own.”

She had seen these streets for three years, but through the rain-blurred glass they seemed changed somehow, as if the city had shifted while she had been standing still. Perhaps it was because the warmth of his hand still remained at her waist. Perhaps it was because Miller’s form sat folded inside her jacket pocket, close against her chest, as solid and dangerous as a medal she had not yet earned back. Or perhaps it was only because today, Vance had come after her. Too late. Too forcefully. Too much like a man reacting only because other people had finally seen what he had failed to see. But still, he had come.

I was taking my virginity back from the void and giving it to someone who actually wanted it. “You sure? What about your uncle? Are you... you sure you're ready?” He started stuttering, his confidence evaporating. The mood plummeted. I felt a surge of irritation. “Why are you always so fucking scared of Charles? And he isn't my uncle; he’s just my evil guardian. We are adults, baby. Let's just do this. He isn't even around.” I didn't wait for another hesitant word. I ripped my T-shirt off, tossing it aside and exposing my bra, my nipples hidden but aching for touch.