Wiley Harpe Novels & Stories

I said. Riley got out her phone and opened a news website. Immediately, I read the headline. Vanessa Harper is a Homewrecker.

Harper If I can't figure out how to use this "thing" inside of me, and figure it out quickly. I will be stuck here forever. I know I don't have long. That much is a sure thing. That creepy man who calls himself Mr. Coulter, actually Nicolas, is just a tall, slender creep. I'm not too fond of the way he looks at me. He has the look of a desperate man, and that makes me think he is growing impatient. He wants something from me, and I can't provide it. Because I honestly cannot, but even if I could, I am sure I wouldn't give him a god damn thing. So what now? Even if I try and practice, if I try to meditate, to focus my mind, they will just stop me. I have this fear of closing my eyes of trying

Tasha and I ask in unison. “Harold is a human, not a hunter” he adds quickly as he sees our faces. “How does he know about wolves?” “I told him. Look a lot of the pack pass here and fuel up. A fight broke out one day and one of the new pack members couldn’t control his shift.” “So you told him?” “It was either that or kill him. Instead, I bought the gas station, pay him a good wage and he keeps me in the loop if there are any new wolves or vampires about.”

It seemed we both had our apprehensions about what lay ahead. "Your Highness, Harper has just returned with Jacob's Beta, Adrian. Jacob is not with them. It appears they're heading to the garden for a stroll. Should I keep an eye on them?" Wilson's voice echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder why Harper would be with Jacob's Beta, especially given his notorious reputation. He should never be near my sister.

Didn’t push back. For she had known he did mean it in the bottom of her heart. The antiseptic-scented hospital room was cold and smelled of blood and antiseptic. The machines hummed softly was the only sound amidst the stifling silence. William Harper lay in bed, his face pale but his eyes blazed with angry defiance. His right arm was wrapped tightly, purple welts on his once muscular frame. He lived. But never so vanquished. Someone entered the room—his most loyal thug, Victor Hale. The fellow had worked for him for more than a decade, done the most revolting things without hesitation.

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“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

he said as he pushed away the lady's hand with a little force . The lady caught her hand in pain. "Will, what are you doing ?" Mr.Harper shouted "I should ask you the same" he glared at him angrily Will' is a 30 years old man, who is also the son of Mr.Harper. He distanced himself from the village at 20 and for the past 10 years, he has been living on the mountain near to the village which is a forest away. And that is very close to the "WALL OF DEATH"

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.