The baby blue jeep screeched as it pulled up outside Beacon Hills High. The pale moonlight cast down on the vehicle as five frantic teenagers clambered out and onto the pavement, looking across at the looming building they broke into far too often.
Stiles stumbled due to his increasing weakness, his arms quickly going out in front of him to stop himself from collapsing. He held onto the railings as Harper came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him once again.
He sent her an unconvincing yet appreciative smile as he looked down at her, silently adoring the way her nose scrunched up slightly in concern, her brown hair swiftly dancing in the wind behind her. Stiles knew he was going to die, and so he relished in the feeling of her fingertips on him, the way their eyes met, how he could hear her heavy breathing as they ran over to the doors.
He tried to take in every single thing she and Scott did for the next half minute or so, realising how much he was going to miss them- if you could even miss someone when you were in the afterlife. Stiles was so convinced he was going to die, but he dare not to tell his friends, knowing how they'd react.
"Scott, hold on," Stiles insisted as the tan boy placed his hands on the entrance door, "I know what you're all thinking. That if this works, it might kill me, too. But even if it does, you just have to go through with it. Stick with the plan, okay?"
Harper pursed her lips in disgust, wondering how such words could leave Stiles' lips. Surely he must know by now that she would never do anything to hurt him, yet alone kill him. Even if it was for the greater good, she wasn't sure she could go through with it.
"The plan is to save you," Scott responded sternly, "that's the plan I'm going with."
No other words were offered as Scott pushed the door open and walked inside confidently. However, his confidence quickly wore off when he realised they weren't in the familiar setting of the school corridor, but what appeared to be a snowy garden.
The five teenagers slowed down, coming to a halt as they looked around at the changed scenery in confusion. It reminded Harper of when she was in Stiles' mind, or as if she was in a dream where the patterns made no sense.
Snow covered everything in the garden they were in, all of the plants, the small wooden bridge, the grass they walked on. It crunched beneath their feet as they began to walk closer inside, ignoring the white flakes falling from the dark sky and tangling in their hair.
The door creaked from behind them as Harper shivered, regretting her choice of dress today. Lydia also remained beside her, rubbing her arms up and down in an attempt to warm up. Kira, Scott and Stiles had their jackets on, luckily for them.
"Oh, well this is definitely not part of the plan," Stiles muttered.
Harper held out her hand, allowing for some snowflakes to fall into the hollow of her palm. She frowned as it didn't melt against her skin, however she had no time to think about it as a figure began to come out from behind a wall, twitching and jolting. Kira pulled out her sword immediately.
It was the Nogitsune in it's original form- not Void Stiles. He had his bandages wrapped around his face, his rows of sharp teeth on display as he began to talk.
"Like I promised, Stiles," he roared, "we're going to kill all of them. One by one."
Static noises burned in Harper's ears for a second before an Oni appeared right in front of Kira. The ebony haired girl's sword collided with its own, stopping it from coming closer. It stood back, placing it's sword by it's side.
Four Oni stood opposite the teenagers who remained as confused as ever.
"What the hell is this? Where are we?" Scott voiced everybody's thoughts.
"Between life and death," The Nogitsune announced, memories of Kira's first lunch with the pack flooding Harper's brain.
"Bardo," Lydia whispered, also remembering.
"But there are no peaceful deities here, Lydia," the demon spoke, "You're dying, Stiles."
Harper's hand clutched Stiles' harder, his sweaty palm pressed against hers. His fingers were freezing, however, harsh against her skin as they held her back.
"And now everybody you care about is dying too," The Nogitsune laughed.
"What?" Stiles blinked, "What do you mean?"
"I've captured almost all of the territories on the board, Stiles," the bandaged spirit announced as the Oni moved to circle the gang, "the hospital. The sheriff's station. And now the animal clinic. Do you know the ritual of seppuku, Stiles?"
"No, and I don't want to," The teenage boy replied sourly as the Nogitsune slowly approached him.
Stiles stood so Harper was behind him, his body half facing the demon and half his girlfriend, his large hand on the small of his bag as he prepared to protect her. He didn't like the way the Nogitsune was getting so close, taunting them.
"When a samurai disembowels himself with his own sword to maintain his honour, but that's not the cut that kills him," It explained, "the killing stroke is made by his kaishakunin, who beheads the samurai with his own katana. Scott... Scott is your kaishakunin."
Harper gulped, realising what the Nogitsune wanted Stiles to do. She knew he wouldn't do it, or at least she prayed he wouldn't. Deep down the brunette knew Stiles would do anything, and that meant anything, to protect the people he loved.
"I'm going to make your best friend kill you, Stiles. And you're going to let him. Because just like you, they're all going to die. Everyone touched by an Oni's blade. Unless Scott kills you first."
Harper absentmindedly squeezed Stiles' hand, if not for his comfort then for her own. The Nogitsune's words made her nervous, hell, they made everyone nervous. Stiles' life was on the line here, and maybe the rest of Beacon Hills' too.
"Why?" Stiles whispered, "why are you doing this?"
"To win the game."
The sound of the Oni's blades whipping through the air made everybody jump and move back to form a tighter circle. Scott transformed immediately while Kira, once again, pulled her sword out, preparing for battle.
...
While Kira and Scott managed to fight all four Oni, Stiles, Harper and Lydia rushed away from the clanging swords and swiping claws, deadly aware of their inability to heal or fight. They stood no chance against the demonic ninjas that Kira and Scott were just barely holding off.
Harper watched in fear, her arms thrown over Stiles as he held her back, Lydia on the other side of her just as scared. The redhead moved to hold Harper's other hand, tears filling her green eyes.
"How is this happening?" Scott yelled to Kira, "how are we in this place?"
"You're asking me?" Kira panted as she swung at one of the Oni, "a month ago I never touched a sword."
Harper squeezed Lydia's hand, hating how helpless she was feeling. She wished she could help her two friends, but she would only get herself killed.
"This can't be real," Lydia whispered, shaking her head.
"Yeah, tell that to them," Stiles scoffed.
Harper bit down on her bottom lip, "What if it's not?" She gulped, "What if it's not real?"
"What do you mean?" Lydia turned to her.
"The snow- it's fake. It's not melting. And the way we entered this place, it's like when Scott and I entered Stiles' mind, it's like how a dream shifts- if makes no sense," she explained, panting slightly from the cold air filling her lungs.
"So if this is all fake..." Stiles realised.
"We can't get hurt," Harper finished hesitantly, "I think."
There was a heavy silence between the three teenagers before they looked up, just in time to see Kira's sword fly through the sky and land in the snow in front of them. The ebony haired girl was left defenceless, a horrified expression cast upon her face.
Scrambling forwards before Harper could protest, Stiles grabbed the sword and lifted it so the end was pointed at his stomach, his hands on the handle ready to push.
"Stiles!" Harper cried out, her heart almost shattering in her chest.
Lydia grabbed onto the brunette's arms, stopping her from interfering. Scott looked up at the commotion, his red eyes growing in horror when he saw what was going on.
"No!" He yelled, "Stiles."
The Nogitsune growled as Stiles' grip on the sword adjusted, a nervous but determined look on his face. He purposely didn't look over at his girlfriend who he knew was freaking out.
"What if it saves you?" Stiles muttered desperately, "What if it saves all of you?"
"What if it's just another trick?" Harper protested, her bottom lip trembling, "Stiles, don't do this. Oh god, please don't do this."
"No more tricks, Harper," The Nogitsune said, "end it, Scott. Let your friend fall on his own sword. Do for him what he can't do for himself. Do it, Scott. Be his kaishakunin. Give up the game."
Harper held her hand to her mouth, trembling almost as much as Stiles who had grown silent, only scared grunts escaping his lips as he tried to keep the sword in place, only his hands were too jittery. Stiles gulped, glancing over at Harper one more time.
His eyes softened upon seeing the tears welling in her eyes and how absolutely broken she looked. He remembered all of the time she had told him how he was all she had left, how he was the only thing that kept her sane. Stiles thought about what Harper would be like if he died, and he couldn't have that for her. There had to be another way.
He thought back to her words before, how she said she thought this place wasn't real. His hazel eyes caught sight of a business studies text book in the reflection of the sword. He looked to the left of him and sure enough their it sat, a desk nearby covered by snow.
It wasn't real. He knew that now.
Stiles lowered the sword, everybody watching in anticipation as he spoke up.
"I do," he said, chucking the sword to Kira who caught it effortlessly, "a divine move."
As the Nogistune snarled at Stiles, Harper rushed towards her boyfriend, holding onto him tight. She never wanted to let him go, not after seeing him so close to taking his own life. Stiles had his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him too.
"Stop fighting them," he called to Scott and Kira, "it's just an illusion. You have to stop fighting them. It looks real, and it feels real, but Scott you gotta trust me, it's an illusion."
Scott turned, his red eyes darkening as the Oni stood in front of the Nogitsune, protecting him. Scott's trust in Stiles was proved next as the werewolf took his first step forwards, earning a slash to the stomach. Scott grunted as his crimson blood flew through the air, but he straightened back up as if it were no big deal.
Kira went after him, the two of them getting sliced again and again, but they kept going. Eventually Scott made it to the Nogitsune and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him back through the doors behind them.
Suddenly, the five teenagers weren't in the snowy garden anymore but the school corridor. Scott looked down, surprised to find his white shirt no longer stained with blood. He touched his stomach, raising his brows as he looked over at Stiles and Harper.
"We're okay," he murmured, "we're—"
It appeared Scott had spoke to soon, as he was cut off mid-sentence and flung through the air. He grunted loudly as his body smacked against the lockers before he fell to the hard ground.
Void smirked as Kira whirled around, not giving her a chance before he hit her, knocking her out. Stiles tugged Harper back as Void grabbed a hold of Lydia. Harper sucked in a breath, not ready to lose another friend tonight.
Instead of killing her like she thought, Void threw her to the ground next to Kira, conscious but too scared to try anything else.
"This was my game," Void scoffed, looking up at Harper and Stiles who were huddled together, "think you can beat me at my game?"
Stiles and Harper began to rush backwards, not taking their eyes off of Void as he went after them, his stride quick and dangerous, his jaw clenched.
"Divine move. Divine move?" Void Stiles muttered angrily, "you think you have any moves at all? You can kill the Oni but me? Me?"
"I'm a thousand years old, you can't kill me!" He roared, his dark eyes glaring at them.
Harper gulped, "But we can change you."
Void paused, causing Stiles and Harper to stop pacing backwards. His arm still remained tight around Harper's shoulders, not daring to let her go for a second.
"What are you talking about little dove?" He cocked his head to the side, genuinely confused.
It was the most human Harper had ever seen him.
"You forgot about the scroll," Stiles spoke up, feeling a little strange talking to the demon who looked exactly like him, "the Schugendo scroll."
Harper watched as the cocky look on Void's face fell, his eye twitching as he murmured, "change the host."
"You can't be a fox and a wolf," Stiles said.
Void Stiles' painful scream ripped across the hallway as Scott came up behind him, biting down onto his shoulder. Void watched in horror, realising it was game over, and that despite everything he had done- taking over the places on the map, manipulating the people at Eichen House, mentally torturing Stiles, chasing Harper around like a mouse for her help- he was going to lose.
Lightning lit up the hall and thunder rattled in the distance as Scott let Void go. His body shook for a second before Kira sent her sword straight through his stomach, causing him to silently lurch forward, dark eyes wide.
Everybody watched as he fell to his knees, gasping noises escaping the back of his throat before a fly came out his mouth. They watched as it flew down the hall, only to get trapped in a special wooden box by Isaac Lahey.
He got there just in time to watch as Void Stiles' face began to crumble before his body smacked onto the floor and turned into brown dust. The next thing Harper knew, Stiles had collapsed next to her, his eyes shut.
"Stiles," she cried, bending down to cradle his face, "oh god, what happened?"
Everybody else surrounded him too, Lydia grabbing his wrist and checking his pulse. She let out a small sigh and nodded.
"I think he just fainted from shock," the strawberry blonde stated.
Harper pursed her lips just as Stiles' eyes shot back open and he began to gasp for his breath. Harper let out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes momentarily.
"Oh, god, I fainted, didn't I?" He muttered.
Harper released a breathy chuckle, thankful that finally Stiles would be back to normal. Leaning down, she grabbed his jaw and pulled his lips up to her own. Stiles managed to sit up slightly, his hand on her shoulder as he kissed back with just as much passion.
Their lips worked together like they were made for one another as they ignored their friends. Harper and Stiles hadn't gotten a chance to be a normal couple for months, but now they were together and both safe and what was all that mattered.
Lydia stood up, her eyes wide as she looked down the hallway towards the exit. She didn't scream, but Harper knew by the look what had happened. The strawberry blonde took off running.
"Hold on," Harper whispered to her boyfriend before going after her.
She made it to the steps Lydia was standing by just in time to see Aiden's body sprawled out across the concrete ground, Ethan crying into his chest as Derek and Chris watched solemnly. The green eyed girl whipped around, grabbing into Harper and as cried into her shoulder.
Harper watched the scene with wide eyes as she hugged Lydia back, stroking her hair. Not only had Lydia lost one of her best friends that night, but she had also lost the boy she had grown to love.
...
Losing your parents is devastating, however in the past year or so, Harper Verum had come to terms with the fact that she was alone, because at least she had her friends. However, it wasn't until this weekend when her friends had needed their parents more than her that she realised how awfully alone she really was.
Lydia spent the weekend with her mum grieving the loss of Allison and Aiden, Scott with his mum, and Stiles with his dad. It wasn't their fault they had forgot she had nobody else to turn to, but she couldn't help but wallow in her own self pity from the comfort of her bed.
She was jealous of her friends for having some sort of normality in their lives, she was angry when Kira complained how overprotective her parents were being of her now, because they had no idea what she would do to bring either her grandma or her mum back. Harper just wanted someone.
Of course Melissa would probably sit with her if she asked, but this weekend had made Harper realise how much she truly didn't belong in the McCall household. It was called the McCall household for a reason, and Harper was no McCall. She felt like she was intruding, watching as the mother comforted her son from the doorway.
Harper decided to take a walk. She slipped out of the house without telling Scott or Melissa, although she was sure neither of them would notice anyway. For miles she walked and walked, no music, no talking. Just walking.
She found herself at the edge of the woods, where the cliff overlooked Beacon Hills. She sat down, her legs dangling over the edge. Thoughts of possibly jumping and stopping the agonising thoughts in her head came, scaring her a little.
Everything would be so much easier, something inside her said, and she couldn't help but agree.
So much shit had happened to Harper. Her parents had been murdered, her grandad died, she got pulled into the supernatural, found out her entire family history was fake, lost some friends, lost her grandma, found out her dad was some psychopath that actually killed her mum, been betrayed by her brother...
The negatives had seemed to be outweighing the positives a lot lately.
She reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone, scrolling down until she reached Stiles' number. He picked up after a few rings.
"Harper?" He asked tiredly, despite the fact that it was only two in the afternoon, "what's up? You okay?"
Harper hesitated before replying, "to be honest... no."
Finally, the Empath was going to get some things off of her chest. She was sick of telling everybody she was okay when she clearly wasn't. If anyone was going to listen it would be Stiles.
"What's wrong?" He asked more alert this time.
"I'm-" her voice cracked as she paused, "I know everybody always says that I don't need family, cause I have the pack and stuff, but I think I do. Everybody else has someone to look out for them, someone who's main priority is them, but I don't have that anymore."
There was a heavy silence on the other end before Stiles replied, "You're my main priority, Harper. And I know I'm not the same as your mum or Rose, but I would do anything for you, Harps. Anything."
"I love you," the brunette began to cry as she peered over the edge at the large drop, "But I'm so sad."
She could hear him begin to move on the other side of the phone, the sounds of keys being picked up particularly loud echoing in her right ear.
"Are you at home? I'm coming to get you," Stiles spoke urgently.
"Home," Harper repeated distastefully, "I don't have one, that's the problem here, Stiles. Scott and Melissa have each other, I don't belong there. Not with them."
"Okay, then stay with me," Stiles rushed out, "home is where you feel comfortable, right? I remember once, we were cuddling, and you told me you felt safe in my arms and I had never felt so important in my life. Do you remember that?"
Harper sniffled, "Yeah, I remember."
She heard him start the engine of his jeep, "Harps, tell me where you are."
"I don't know if I should," she whispered shakily, "I haven't made my mind up yet."
Stiles audibly gulped on the other end, "on what?"
"Whether to do it or not," Harper cried, "I don't want it to hurt."
"Harper, tell me where you are," he pleaded, "please, baby, you're scaring me."
"I'm scaring myself," the Empath admitted, looking back over the edge, "I love you."
"Stop saying that like you're saying goodbye," Stiles ordered, his tone attempting firmness but coming out shaky, "I will not lose you, Harper Verum. If I lose you it will destroy me. You can't do this to me."
"I know," she whimpered, "that's why I can't jump. I don't want to hurt you."
Harper knew as soon as she said jump he knew where she was, but she didn't care. Currently Harper was so mentally messed up she didn't even recognise herself.
"I'm on my way, baby, don't hang up on me, okay?" Stiles' voice broke a little, "keep talking to me so I know you're still with me."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I don't know what I'm doing. I'm a mess, Sti. This isn't me."
"Don't say sorry," Stiles replied, his voice slightly strained, "How you feel is not your fault. You've been through so much, you're the strongest person I know."
Harper choked on a sob, looking back over the edge.
"Then why am I here?" The Empath swallowed, "if I'm so strong, why do I feel like this?"
"The strongest people have the biggest setbacks, Harper," Stiles promised, his words rushed as he concentrated on driving as quick as he could without crashing, "are you by the edge right now? Can you take some steps back from me?"
Sniffling, Harper didn't reply but shifted away from the edge slightly. Stiles was talking in her ear about almost being there, but his words sounded muffled in her head- her own voice growing louder. She scrunched her eyes shut, one hand going to her hair as she tugged it harshly.
"Harper?" She heard her boyfriend call worriedly for the second time, snapping her out of her fatal thoughts, "I'm getting out the jeep now. Stay where you are, okay?"
"Okay," the brunette croaked.
She listened as she heard him start running on the other side, pieces of the forest floor snapping under his weight as moved as fast as he could. His breaths came out short and fast from a mixture of panic and the exercise.
Then the noises weren't coming from the phone anymore but from behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Harper watched through teary eyes as Stiles raced to her, skidding to a stop and grabbing her immediately.
Harper had no chance to talk before her face was shoved into his chest, his hands in her hair as his frame began to shake. She realised he was crying too, her heart consequently breaking.
"I'm sorry," her voice grew louder as she tried to be heard over her own cries, "I'm sorry."
Stiles hushed her, sniffling as he pulled away. His hazel eyes were rimmed red as his large hands cupped her face, forcing her to look into them. Utter relief had hit him as soon as he saw her stood fine and not at the bottom of the cliff like he had imagined.
"I don't want to be a burden," Harper reached up and wiped her left eye, "I had nobody else to call."
"Harper Jean Verum," Stiles shook his head, his jaw clenched angrily, "you are not a burden, not to me, not to anyone. I love you so fucking much, you can call me whenever you need me. Even if you don't need me, you can call me. And I promise I will always answer because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
"As soon as I laid eyes on you when we were just nine, I thought you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen. I told my mum all about you, about how you came from another country, how you laughed at my jokes, called me funny. She told me you were a keeper, and while at the time I had no clue what that meant, I know now that she was so right. But when was my mum ever wrong?" He chuckled tearily.
"The first time I kissed you, I thought my heart was going to explode. I couldn't believe I was kissing the love of my life, or that she liked me back, everything was so surreal. Every time you get hurt, it's like this sickening sensation that runs through my whole body and tugs at my heart- it makes me want to rip it out to stop the feeling. Because I love you so much. More than anything in this entire world.
"You, Harper Verum, are my main priority. They- they say high school relationships aren't meant to last forever, but I can't imagine a life without you by my side. If- if you did what you came out here to do, then everything would be ruined. Our wedding day, our honeymoon, our holidays were you take me to Brighton and show me where you grew up, my dad bouncing our kid on his knee like he did with me, growing old together... I want to do it all with you, and if you do this..."
He didn't need to finish his mini speech for Harper to get what he was trying to get across. Harper realised she had no family, nothing was going to change that. But Stiles could help her be happy again, she didn't need parents or grandparents to experience love and comfort. She just needed him.
"So you can't leave me," he shook his head again, clenching his jaw harder as his eyes didn't stop the waterfalls, "I'm a selfish person, Harper. I won't let you."
Salty tears continued down her cheeks, but Stiles reached forwards, gently wiping them away. Her head fell into his chest, her hands bunched into her own jumper as she scrunched her eyes up.
Stiles held onto her for what felt like hours, neither of them saying a word or attempting to move. Eventually, Stiles silently guided Harper over to the jeep parked at the edge of the woods. He opened her door and placed her down in the seat, buckling her belt and kissing her forehead as if she was a sleepy child.
Stiles climbed in beside her, a quiet song playing muffled on the radio as he drove slowly down the dark road, stealing glances over at his girlfriend every now and then. She'd fallen asleep, her nose and cheeks still rosy and her skin pale.
He had had no idea how sad she had been the whole time, since it was just in Harper's nature to be the optimist everybody loved to be around. Stiles felt like a crap boyfriend for not noticing before, but now that he knew, Stiles wasn't going to stop until he knew Harper was okay.
Because Stiles Stilinski was in love with Harper Verum, and he knew the feeling would never fade.
...
Glen Capri was a motel fit for no sane human being. However, maybe staying there by choice declared you insane anyway. Harry Valack had left Beacon Hills as soon as he had been threatened by Sheriff Stilinski, taking only a duffel bag filled with his belongings and some money he had taken from his mother's will.
A couple of days later, he had found himself on the edge of California, his dark eyes landing on the same motel his half sister and her friends had stayed at a couple of months back. He knew nothing about the horrors of staying there since this was a story Harper had never mentioned.
He stayed in room 216, his duffel bag open, his clothes sprawled across one of the single beds. Sure it smelled like nicotine and looked a little odd, but this was like a luxury compared to what he had endured at Eichen House.
Harry flopped back onto the bed that wasn't occupied by his clothes, releasing a shuddering breath as he closed his eyes. Guilt began to consume him. It seemed that every time he shut his eyes he saw the heartbroken look on Harper's face when she found out what he had done.
The sick part was that he would do it again if he had to. As much as he had liked Harper, he couldn't consider her family. She was a way out, that's all she had ever been since Jeremy told him about her.
Before he could think too much about it, a slow knock came from behind the hotel door. He sat up, eyebrows furrowed. Harry could have sworn room service was not part of the deal when he'd bought the room.
Just as he swung his legs over the old mattress, a robotic voice came from the other side of the wall, causing him to freeze.
"Hello Harry," his name came out deep and inhumane, "there's nowhere for you to run."
Harry gulped, his hands starting to tremble as he scrambled for his bag, searching for the pocket knife he had taken with him for protection. It was gone. A million thoughts raced through his mind all at once. This was nobody from Eichen House, he knew that for sure, but what he didn't know was whether it was better or not.
"Open the door," the robotic sound came again.
Keeping quiet, Harry moved into the bathroom and locked the door, crying out when he heard the front door get smashed down.
"Go away!" He screamed, trying to crack open the window.
It was far too small. He could only just about stick his hand out of the top part.
"Harry," it droned back on, "open the door," it paused, "or I will break it down."
Harry didn't listen, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he opened all of the cabinets, praying to find something useful.
The sound of wood being smacked into caused him to stumble in his crouched position. He turned around, horrified to see that an axe had come through the door. Harry scrambled into the corner, wedging himself between some cabinets in a lame attempt to hide from the intruder.
Suddenly the banging stopped. Everything went still, even the air around Harry felt stiff. He couldn't stop the heavy breaths that escaped his lips, his fright a clear indication of where he was.
"You should have opened the door, Harry."
The figure came into view. It was a man, pale as ice with not a hair in sight. His eyes were harsh, his nose strong, his clothes black. However, that wasn't the part that caused Harry to cry. It was his mouth, or lack of. Where it should have been was a blank space, but perhaps he didn't need a mouth to talk. His eyes said it all.
Harry was going to die.
The man typed something into the mini keypad on his arm before the computerised voice echoed out again.
"Don't worry, Harry. It will be over quickly for you and everybody you left behind in Beacon Hills."
Harry had no time to react before the man lifted up the axe. His arms were no defence against the thick blade as it struck him the first time. Or the second. Third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth.
By the seventh, Harry Valack was long dead.
$30 million.
...
book three completed as of december 4th 2018.
book three 'RUNAWAY' is out now.
this was uploaded on my 16th birthday (today!) which is crazy because I started writing Harper x Stiles books when I was fourteen. Thank you so much to everybody who has read this book and especially to everyone who's been reading since the start. I notice you ;) book three is out now! Go check it out :))