You're Mine Harper And Easton Story Novels & Stories

He is going to have a younger sibling………………… I can’t wait for our story to begin……………………..To those who think this is the end, this is only the beginning our lives together. With Ethan and Daniel by my side, everything is going to be perfect…………………..

he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. I smiled, my eyes shining with happiness. "I love you too. This is just the beginning of our forever." And so, in the cozy honeymoon suite, Anton and me discovered the depths of our love and passion, marking the start of a lifetime of shared pleasure and belonging. Anton’s gaze softened, his hand gently brushing through my hair as he held me close. The night had been everything I had imagined and more—intimate, passionate, and full of quiet promises for the future.

Harper sat in her car outside the office building for twenty minutes before going in. She had walked back from the bridge, gone straight to the parking garage, and sat in the driver's seat staring at the concrete wall in front of her like it had answers written on it. Her father was alive. She kept saying it in her head and it kept not fully landing. Like a word repeated until it lost its meaning. Alive. Alive. Robert Wells was alive in Vermont and had been reading her published work and had named her before she was born after a writer he loved.

“You two dated?” “Yes,” Easton says at the same time I say, “No.” I shake my head. “I’m guessing you’re still single them, if you consider taking advantage of a sixteen-year-old’s grief so you can get close and then kill her dating.” “It didn’t happen like that and you know it,” Easton shoots back. “Look,” I say, letting out a breath. “It was a long time ago. Don’t try to kill me—or Lucas—and we’ll get along just fine. We need to be on the same team if we want to kill these demons so you can get out of my town.”

Another second, and he might have lost control, choking Harper with his bare hands. Leon Everhart was a man of composure, but the stark contrast between the woman he saw two hours ago, eagerly taking her child to a hotel rendezvous, and the demure, seemingly loving wife now standing before him, clutching their illegitimate child, was too much to bear. Harper was even better at acting than he had ever been. Meanwhile, Seraphina Arden was busy sorting documents and working on reports when Harper walked into her office holding the baby. Seeing Harper, Seraphina couldn’t help but feel a chill. How can someone so beautiful, graceful, and elegant be this calculating?

“I found my mate. You were once my friend, Harps. You should be happy for me.” “I’m in love with you,” Haper said, folding her arms across her chest. “I thought you were feeling something for me too. But I guess I was wrong.” “Look, I enjoyed hooking up. But it can’t happen again. Not while I’m trying to figure out what to do about my mate.” “Well, you have a bit of time to figure it out,” I said, interrupting their conversation. Harper tensed when I approached and then I sat at the counter, grabbing the coffee that Chester had waiting for me.

“Spare me. I need you to tell me everything you know about hybrids.” Easton reached for his glasses and put them on. “What?” I huffed impatiently. “Hybrids, Easton. Tell me everything you know about them.” “I already—” I shook my head. “No, you told us a story. I need way more than that.” I moved closer, sitting on his bed. Easton looked shocked, and I couldn’t blame him. Ever since what happened with Luca, we hadn’t seen each other. So it was strange for me to barge into his room and sit on his bed.

When a nice and handsome man comes into my life to replace that bastard Alex, I don't have to reject him, right? Alex frowned displeased. He flipped through the pages of the diary many times to find the continuation of Harper and Austin's relationship. So far Austin is the only man Harper mentions in her diary. Apart from his name of course. But it seems that Austin has something special about him that Harper was so enthusiastic about telling about the man in her diary. “What are you doing, Alex? The book will be damaged if you turn the pages roughly.” Harper stood in front of the bathroom door and looked at him with her hands on her hips. Her silk pajamas were soaked and her hair was just r

My vision goes white, the roar of blood in my ears louder than anything else, and I fill her with everything I’ve got, hips jerking as I lose myself inside her. We collapse together, bodies slick and shaking, our breath the only sound between us now. And then, low and rough, I press my mouth to her ear, my breath still heavy against her skin. “You’re not coming back to him,” I growl, every word dragged from the place in me that nearly shattered today. “Not even for a second. You’re mine, Harper. Mine.” She nods frantically, trembling beneath me, her voice soft but certain. “I know. I didn’t come back for him, Daddy.”

He continues, “I saw them tasting each other’s food and they even held hands as I was leaving.” Before I realize what I’m doing, I sweep my arm violently across the wooden desk, sending all the contents of my desk shattering onto the floor. The veins in my neck pulsate rapidly as my breathing grows more erratic and sweat seeps through my thin shirt. Who the hell is Evan Harkley? I’ve never even heard his name before now. “That’s not all, boss,” Max adds. My chest tightens at the thought of hearing more about Harper and her lover. But, I need to know everything. I make eye contact with Max, letting him know to continue.