Untouched Novel Harper Novels & Stories

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—"

_ Harper's POV cont. A few months ago, I never would have imagined my life turning out like this. When I first started this school year, I had expected nothing but another miserable year. Instead, somehow, everything had changed. I had fallen in love with the person I once thought I hated. Jace and I had survived everything that had been thrown at us. His family had finally begun facing the truth about Nick. I had gotten into Harvard. Quinn was also going to attend the school she'd always wanted.

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.

Planning our entire future together. Until I realized I wasn't enough. I was the only one living in that pathetic fairytale. It wasn't the first time I had heard whispers about his wandering eye, but I had stubbornly shoved the warnings away. Until today. Today, I had caught the fool with my own two eyes, trapped in a room with two freshman girls, fucking them both.

As Beth's arm reached for her face, the distance between them lessened and Killian gritted his teeth. “Don't you dare touch her, Macbeth. Don't!” He warned, and she - due to her own reasons, and not his shallow warning gradually dropped her arm. With their distance closed, the two ladies stood over each other, and the aged woman's warm, kind smile seemed.. pitying to Francess. Or.. she imagined it? She wasn't so sure - why would she get pitied by? “Your answers, unfortunately, are to be delivered by the devils. It is indeed a shame but I pray the angel you unjustly hate will be there when you must apologize.” As she spoke, Beth held her hand then placed the book titled - ‘...They're Around’

“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.

And I'm returning to Philadelphia to work at Uncle Joe's bookstore! She yawned, gradually collecting herself. "Is it that bad?" Her gentle morning voice is normally the opposite of her raging lion personality. I fell tiredly on my bed. "Yes, it is!" I groaned, "I fucked a stranger yesterday! And— and, I don't hate it! Why did you leave me with him yesterday? So yes, it is that bad!" The perfect tea equals a wild awake, wild-haired, and wide-eyed Harper. She sprung up abruptly like she had springs in her back.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

The latte followed, and instead of taking a sip, I just stared at the steam rising from the mug, my mind drifting back to the council room moment when Kira had stepped forward and offered herself up like a sacrifice The act seems noble then. So selfless. But now, knowing what I knew about Caroline, the cover-up of losing control, and Nick’s true feelings, they felt like something else. Like a sort of manipulation. Like Kira had been running from her past and not necessarily prioritizing my happiness. The bell above the door chimed again. I looked up, and my blood ran cold. Harper stood in the doorway, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, her grey inner guard jacket zipped to her chin.