Wiley Harpe Novels & Stories

She did not have to wait long. Harper appeared from the stairwell. She was tall with lean muscles, and her blonde hair was let down in a wavy style. She was in the grey uniform of the Pack’s inner guard, and there was a knife at her hip and a scar close to her eyebrow that pulled when she smiled. And she was smiling. It was not a friendly smile. “Hello, Kayla,” Harper said, her voice low and smooth. “Good to see you, future Luna." Kayla straightened, lifting her chin. “Hi Harper.”

Call immediately. I waited until Ivan was settled in the living room with his coloring books before returning the urgent call. “What did you discover?” “The death certificate for your wife was filed by Dr. Frederick Harper, chief of trauma surgery at Saint Mary’s Private Hospital, but here’s the interesting part—Harper is also the heir to Harper Medical Group and has been photographed with the Veyrons many times.” The phone nearly slipped from my trembling hands. The connections run deep, then. This wasn’t a coincidence or random rescue.

Patrick said readily. “I want to acquire Wolfenden Corp. I hope you can assist me,” Wilson said sternly. “Besides, there seems to be a powerful being protecting the Wolfendens. Even the five fighters from my Team Sabertooth are no match for him. I hope that the Allens can send a few good fighters to get rid of him for me.” Patrick was a little bit surprised when he heard what Wilson said. “Really? There is such a person in Wolfenden Corp.?” “Yes,” Wilson replied coldly. “He’s called Kayson Yarde! He’s a highly achieved fighter. I hope you can treat him more seriously, Sir Allen.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

And the mastermind who turned the entire Calloway Bloodline against her was none other than her half-sister, Brielle Calloway. Weakness and gentle hearts are not sins in this harsh world, but in a world ruled by claws and pack ranks, only absolute power can shield those traits from being crushed. To end this constant harassment once and for all, the name Harper Calloway needs to carry enough lethal weight to make these wolves cower. I step forward, my heavy boots thumping against the polished floor, my dark curls bouncing over my shoulders. I tilt my head, my gaze locking onto Hannah with icy calculation. "Do you two truly realize where you are standing right now? This is Whitmore Global Hol

"She even dares to call him a liar after trying to break into his company. Such a vile woman. Take her away already." One of the officers came forward, and pulled Jules away, toward her cell. "Let her go this instant," someone yelled, making everyone stop abruptly. They all turned in the direction the voice came from and gasped in surprise. "Mr.Harper!" Jules squealed in excitement. "Mr.Harper Scott, What brings you here?" one of the officers said, striding towards him. They all recognized him because he was the richest and most influential man in the country, and he was also popular.

I went to check my W******p message only to receive a message from 'Harper Black' . He told me that next week was his birthday and he will be celebrating it in his family house so he invited me to be there as his business partner. Well, I might give it a try because this seems like the perfect time for me to get closer to Raven. I'm sure she will be there also. With a charming smile, I replied back to him with….. "I will be there" reply. Gosh I just can't wait. At least I will pass there to visit grandpa who seems to be dying. Let me be able to hear what he will say before dying. That night, I slept joyfully like a baby who doesn't have anything to be worried about.

It was their one-sided fight with the Empresarium earlier. “This is the man I'm talking about.” The busy men who were talking about business immediately looked at Harvey and snickered. “I thought you were just bluffing.” “This is Jerson Luiselli,” Harvey proudly said. Harvey stated their names. There were four people from Harvey’s team. The first one was Arthur Vile who was aided by Richard Dawkins. The two people on the other couch were Duke June and Reid Zeiran. All of them were from powerful yet private families.

One man got up from his seat and approached Julian, and then he extended his arm in greeting. This man was Mr Grey Harper, founder and CEO of Harper & Co. Enterprise. In his fifties, with graying temples and an air of authority, Mr Harper exuded control. Unlike the others, he showed no curiosity about Julian; he already knew who the young man was. Vera had briefed him extensively, describing Julian’s appearance, demeanor, and the impression he would leave. Julian took a seat near the middle of the long opulent table, beside an older woman with silver-gray hair. Her posture suggested she was a significant shareholder or held a senior position.

“Listen. If something goes wrong, there’ll be no more brotherhood between us. Understand?” “Franky! Don’t worry, I won’t let Aunt Talia do anything dangerous!” At that moment, a cold voice came from the doorway. In the next instant, Chase walked in with Zane. Franky glanced at Chase, exchanging a meaningful look. Harper stared coldly at the approaching man, speaking firmly. “I need to speak with Madam Willow!” “Harper, are you insane?!” Chase grabbed her wrist, his gaze icy. Her chest tightened. Her grandfather had been right—he was a businessman. Businessmen only cared about profit!