Wiley Harpe Novels & Stories

“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!

I concluded in my head that he would probably be an elderly man, but I was quite shocked at how young and handsome he looked. “Oh what a pleasant surprise, Sir Henry, it’s good to see you again,” he said as he got up to his feet and bowed in greetings, he turned to me and flashed me a wide smile. “This is Harper Walter, DMW Chief operation officer,” Mr Henry introduced swiftly, his smiled widened and he stretched his hands towards me, “Ohh, everybody knows the delectable Harper Walter,” he said, I let out an awkward laugh as I took his hand in a brief handshake.

When I look at Cal it makes sense for him to be one of the typically strong Wolves hired by Alphas to hunt down specific individuals. Did Grayson send him? "How much I am paid is none of your business. Now you can either hand the girl over, or I shoot you in the heart," Cal says. Obviously Reilly feels the weight of the threat. Cal has displayed his skill with an arrow beforehand, and with no way to protect himself, Reilly has nothing to do but obey the hired Huntsman. "And piss him off?" There is is again. Him. Who is this man no one is telling me about?

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.

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.

VALE: “Harlyn Caris Wade. You almost took the life of your best friend. Your actions of attempted murder have cast an even bigger shadow on the pack. It’s not just because of what you did, Harlyn but who you are to the people surrounding you.” Harlyn’s gaze fell to the ground. There was visible shame in her eyes as these words were said. She knew that all of it was true, and so she kept silent. “You were acting in a rash state of anger and a thirst for revenge, and because of this, you’ve committed crimes of a reprehensible nature.”

"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.

Dean asked, taking a sip of the coffee she ordered for him but quickly spat it all out, putting it down as it tasted more like cow urine. "How about nothing? You failed to carry out your job, which you were paid for," Celine scolded him, Dean made to stand up when Celine held him. "Fine, what do you want?" "If I help you kill whomever the bitch is and also help with disposing of Agnar, I need your word that you will have my back when I want your help to kill Wiley." "Who the fuck is Wiley?" "The Rogue King, bitch," Celine's eyes lit up in surprise.