Harper RostovRide For You As soon as the door closes behind us Parker turns to face me. His hands were tucked into the pockets of a jean jacket he wore. "Can I get a hug?"I roll my eyes. "Do you think you deserve a hug? You ignored me for days Parker, then you just show up here pretending as if everything is okay."Parker cast his gaze downwards and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry Harp, I was in a tough situation." His eyes met mine. "Shouldn't I get a hug for facing my fears and going on a plane just so I can be with you?" He did deserve a hug. I was just being stubborn. He could have still replied to my messages to let me know that he was not alright. "You are such a brave boy, come here," I say playful with open arms.Parker smiles sweetly and pulls me into his arms. I melt away in the comfort his body provides and the amazing scent that comes from his body. It was just so intoxicating. "I missed you, Harper." He whispers."I miss
Harper RostovRide For You "I really hope this is the one. I am so exhausted and I have a test to study for." Ophelia says as we walk up the driveway of a four-bedroom house with our realtor Xandra leading the way. We have been viewing apartments and houses from eight-thirty this morning and it is now three forty-four pm. Who would have thought that it would take so much time and energy to find a decent place to live? It made it even more difficult because we all had different tastes and preferences."I agree. My feet are killing me." Olivia says."I can guarantee you, ladies, this one is my favourite and I am sure you will like it too," Xandra says. She removes the key from her purse and opens the door. We followed her in and looked around. So far, so good. I thought as I looked around the big empty space."Didn't she say the same thing for the last two?" Tamia whispers to me as we continue to follow behind her."She said that for the last three." I correct her and she rolls her eye
A/N: There's a few bad reviews, I saw and I just want to say to those who actually gave my book a chance, thank you so so much. I appreciate you, construction criticisms are welcomed. You have no idea how much I benefit from your support and I'm grateful for you all❤️ To those who have bad to say, have you ever written a book before? Do you know how hard it is to write a book containing 100 plus chapters, when life is kicking your ass? Nope, then please keep your negative thoughts to yourselves. Also this is the first book I have ever written and I made good improvements since then. See my other work. **** Prologue Joeniya Allison An eerie silence enveloped the neighborhood of Granville, a stark contrast to its usual lively atmosphere. Known for its vibrant nightlife, Granville was anything but the finest or safest place to live; in fact, it boasted the highest crime rate in all of Bridgeport. Normally, upon arriving at the bus stop, there would be other destitute i
Chapter 1 Fortunate-that is the word I would use to describe myself, despite being dispossessed. I sat and watched as a police officer violently dragged a prostitute to a holding cell, provoking her to hurl aggressive curses at him. Some of the words she used were ones I'd never encountered before. The most disheartening aspect of the scene was that she appeared to be no older than fifteen. "What are you looking at, bitch?!" she yells. I instantly turn my gaze elsewhere, feigning disinterest as if I weren't the only one sitting here. I felt a surge of anxiety as I occupied the same spot where I had sat the night before. This time, however, I wasn't here to report anything; instead, there was a sense of relief knowing that different police officers were working this shift. My employer had dispatched me to this cold concrete hellhole to deliver work-related documents to her husband, the captain, with explicit instructions to keep the envelope sealed and hand it directly to
Chapter 2 I jolted awake, gasping for air, my body slick with sweat, heart racing from a dream that had begun as a delightful fantasy of a handsome stranger swooping in to steal my heart, only to be shattered when Ace appeared and shot him in the head, turning my moment of bliss into a chilling nightmare. Curled up on the cold floor of a public restroom, I felt completely trapped, with nowhere else to turn. The shelter just a few blocks away was full, and even if it opened its doors, the thought of staying there filled me with dread, knowing a dangerous man was likely out there searching for me. I glanced at my watch and saw it was two minutes to four-definitely time to wake up. Each morning, except on Saturdays and Sundays, I needed to rise early to catch the bus and make it to the diner for my 6 a.m. shift, which ended at 3 p.m. After that, I had to walk ten minutes to reach the community college in time for class. As a child, I often told my papa how eagerly I anticipated growi
Chapter 3 For a few minutes, I felt as though he was speaking the truth. His intense gaze burned into my own, his face mere inches from mine. In that moment, I completely forgot our surroundings; his beauty and words transported me from reality to a realm where anything felt possible. All I had to do was close my eyes, and there he was, standing over a lifeless body as he tucked his gun into his pocket. That stark image jolted me back to reality. I pull away from him and focus on the small chip in the circular wooden table, which resembles the ones from SpongeBob, albeit in a vibrant yellow color. I had little choice here; I had to listen to what this Ace guy had to say. "Carry on." He leaned back in the booth, studying me carefully. "What if I told you I can get rid of all your problems?" he asked, the words hanging heavily in the air between us. "I'm afraid that even if you could do that, new problems would just arise—ones I can't bear," I told him, a chill cours
Chapter 4 It has been two weeks since my last encounter with Ace, and I still don't understand what the deal is with him. People seem to fear him; he certainly looks like a bad guy. However, I'm the only one who witnessed him put a bullet through a man's head—a man who turned out to be the leader of a mafia. I anticipated chaos in the city following his death, believing his men would be seeking revenge for their leader's murder. Surprisingly, Granville, in particular, was quieter than it had been in years; the calmness was almost unsettling. I strolled through the streets as if I weren’t a walking target. With Saturday here, I had no classes or shifts at the diner, so I decided to look for another job. I wanted to save more money to continue my education and afford a cheap apartment, or at least a motel for a couple of nights. Sleeping on a bed was far preferable to spending nights on roadsides, park benches, or in random public restrooms. After what I witnessed, I made sur
Chapter 5 Only one person ever called me "Princess," and he was the only one who genuinely cared about me. That simple gesture was all it took for the floodgates to open at this "fun party." “Shit,” I heard Ace whisper as I cried into my palms. I was simply too overwhelmed by everything happening around me to hold back the tears. “I fucking hate when women cry,” he muttered, but before I could fully process his words, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against a comforting wall of muscles. “Hush, Bonita,” he murmured, his voice softening, “believe me, my intention was never to make you cry.” “Let go,” I said, pushing him away, only to instantly miss the warmth his body had provided. Discreetly, I pinched myself to snap out of these stupid thoughts; there was nothing warm or comforting about a murderer. He stared at me, confusion etched on his face. “I didn’t mean to—” he began, but was cut off by a new voice. “When have you ever done something that you ac