Wiley Harpe Novels & Stories

I can't help but burst into laughter but I immediately shut my mouth tight as he glanced at me with a deathly glare. "Sorry, sir" I glanced at him from head to toe. He really is good-looking. "Hey, stop checking me out." He mumbled making me avert my gaze as fast as a lightning. Levy was already holding the doorknob when she turned at me. "Harper, goodluck!" She cheered on me and went inside the door. I took a peek but all I can see was darkness. "Name?" Sir Vein I presumed, asked. "Harper Williams." I responded as I smiled widely, nervous but excited as to where the door will lead me. He handed me a white key, my surname 'Williams' was carved on it. I was about to enter when he mumbled some

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.

Sweat beaded on the researcher’s forehead as he struggled internally, hesitating for what felt like an eternity. In the end, he caved, allowing them to see the patient. As the researcher scurried away, Karina glanced at Wilfred. “Earlier, you mentioned Dr. Carter and Professor Zeller. Who are they?” Wilfred’s response was calm and straightforward. “Harley Carter, the person you just met. A dual specialist in internal and external medicine with years of overseas training. As for Professor Zeller, he’s a towering figure in the medical field. He’s given lectures at prestigious universities.”

The leaders moved among them. Tate barked orders with the weight of a dragon king, his presence commanding even when his voice was quiet. Kensavion, ever the grumpy phoenix, rolled his eyes at nearly everything but still managed to organize his warriors into precise lines. Charlie, hands dusted with chalky remnants of spell powder, checked his people one by one, muttering about “no one blowing themselves up before breakfast.” Collin strode like shadow through sunlight, his vampires falling in step without a word. And Alpha Nik? He was already in wolf form, stalking through the warriors with steady golden eyes, radiating calm.

"Tell me." "Your father's name was Thomas Harper-Wren. He was born into the Wren pack in 1961, identified as an Alpha lineage carrier at sixteen, formally classified at twenty. He left the Wren pack under disputed circumstances in 1987, was classified as a rogue by the council in 1988, and died in 1993 according to the death notice I found." A pause. "The cause of death is redacted." Riley was very still. "The disputed circumstances," I said.

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

With the entrance now blocked, a young man walked forward with a sneer, prompting Harper’s face to turn red in rage as he growled, “So it’s you, Wael Fox! Not even the Morningstars act this arrogantly anymore! What gives you the right to be this haughty?!” Simply laughing in response, Wael then gestured for his men to surround Harper and his bodyguards before replying, “I don’t think you’re quite aware of the pickle you’re currently in, Harper. You’re the one who should be refraining from acting all arrogant! Regardless, you’ve done well, Yasmin. I initially thought we wouldn’t be able to lure any of Gerald’s close friends out, but I’m glad you reminded me that Harper is one of his brothers!

"So sorry about your daddy. I know you'll miss him." Harper returned the hug then stepped back, thanking the woman. This dance repeated over and over again as Harper stood next to her mother. The voices started sounding like nothing more than bees buzzing around her head. Harper's mind wandered back to the meeting in the kitchen. Her eyes had refused to believe what they were seeing at first. It had taken several moments to recognize the tall man in the expensive suit and perfect hair but then she had zeroed in on the eyes. Those grey, storm-cloud eyes could only belong to one person. Wyck Crockett.

He replied anxiously, "I'm not going back! You'd just make Ben forget about Mrs. B if I'm going back. What are you guys trying to do? "Will, you unreasonable, heartless man! No wonder Ben didn't like you and didn't let you stay close to him!" Will pushed Yves onto the ground and sneered, "You're a jack-of-all-trades but master of none. You're too protected by Mr. Harper and the Homer family to the point of not knowing your own abilities. "I'll only listen to what you have to say when you have the ability to defeat me! Mr. Harper is a man of capabilities. Who he needs is a woman who would not be a burden to him!"

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”