Wiley Harpe Novels & Stories

"Who are the so called higher ups? Now we want to know." Harper stands to her full height and speaks over the din, "I see that the reasonable questions have come to an end. Once again, our sincere apologies go to the family of the deceased duo. Thanks for coming to this conference. We hope to read favorable news lines." She bows, smiles and exits the stage. James chuckles in the Greene Mansion. "I wonder what she stands to gain from making them pissed off like that." Soon after, the TV pans it's camera as they exit Wade out of the conference area. His face is covered fully with a face mask and a black base ball cap covering the entirety of his face.

I chose a side," he said softly. Eliana regarded him, her pulse racing, and caught her breath— "Finally." INT. PRIVATE HOSPITAL ROOM – NIGHT Antiseptic stenched and seethed from the air. William Harper sported a cast on his arm, face covered in adhesive, taped closed from the collision that abandoned him for dead fourteen days earlier. He slouched up against hospital bed pillows, IV leads twined round his wrist, yet appeared more formidable than that. His glower could have blown glass into shivers. His best man, GRAYSON, was rigid at the foot of the bed, turned away from him.

He looked like an absolute wreck. "The healer said we got you here just in time. You're out of danger. Thank the Goddess..." I glared at him coldly and tried to pull my hand back, but he held on tight. "Valerie, please, listen to me," Wyatt pleaded, his tone desperate and guilty. "Harper really didn't do it on purpose. She just wanted to make peace. She had no idea you were deathly allergic to lilies. I already yelled at her. Please don't hold it against her, okay?"

Everyone in the room was smart. Chris took a sip as he enjoyed the taste in his mouth before continuing “Although they are many instances, the latest one was after my wedding. Walter business or rather than the business under the old house was attacked without giving them time and space to react and the perpetrator was none other than Harold Harper using his company Harper holdings. That’s why they have been well-behaved over that period of time.” “What would you like us to do?” Simon fisted his hand and smashed on to the palm of the other hand, excitement written all over his face.