Harris And Me Book Novels & Stories

What have I done? “Oh,” he said slowly. “Right. Of course. At once. Right after I dismantle the set.” “Don’t worry about that,” Santiago replied, leaving no room for argument. “Au revoir, mon ami.” Lola waited until the front door closed with a click. Then, as if on cue, they both grinned at each other like mischievous children on the cusp of a wild adventure. “So, we’re doing this every chapter, huh?” Santiago offered a small shrug as his hand slid up into her skirt. “More like every three chapters or so. But I ain’t complaining. Are you?”

Elara sat across from them, her knees drawn to her chest, her violet eyes flicking constantly to the trees as if expecting them to split open and reveal some horror from the Veil. “We don’t have much time,” Lyra said, emerging from the tent with the Prophetess's book cradled in her arms. The ancient tome was bound in leather that looked far too new for its age, pulsing faintly with heat. She handed it to Aria, her expression carved in stone.

“No. I’m just a girl. I go to school. I hate math. I eat way too much chocolate when I’m anxious. I’m not…” “Chosen?” he asked. She looked up at him, trembling. “I didn’t ask for this.” “No one ever does.” His hand reached for hers. “But maybe you’re not alone in it.” Their fingers touched — and a spark leapt between them. Not the kind that hurt, but the kind that made her breath catch. She looked down, and for the first time noticed the faint red mark curling across her wrist like fire etched into her skin. Aiden saw it too. “It’s starting.”

Thompson said, standing and leaving without saying another word. Harris was standing, while I started gathering my stuff, he approached me. “And once again, I’m gonna have to ask you for another favor, Andy” he said standing right next to me, he looked down, he noticed my notebook. My eyes widened, I was about to grab it as fast as possible, however Harris beat me to it. “What do we have here?” he said with a playful smirk, I rolled my eyes, feeling my heart beats racing. I gulped when he started to read my passionate words, my desires, and my emotions.

Harris was in his home office working on some documents with Riley and Zack. "Send these documents to the police, Ella's body must be released in the…" Harris' voice trailed off as he crinkled his nose and out with a sudden sweet smile on his face. "I smell chocolate muffins." He announced, out of nowhere. "Are you craving it?" Zack asked curiously. "Yes! I want to eat her." He replied, grinning from ear to ear. "I will ask the kitchen staff to prepare…" "Don't worry she's already well prepared and ready to be served." Harris chuckled and swiftly stood up to his feet when a knock came on their door and he rushed to get it.

“You know one crazy fact about this? Y’all never listen to me! You always appear in front of me without Mateo.. It can never work that way!” He said and then gulped a glass of water down his throat. My mind immediately went back to our time in Miami and I swallowed heavily. “And one more thing none of you has ever come here to ask the whereabouts of your parents.. It..” “That is none of your business, Lawyer. That is between us, huh?” Harris said with a calm smile and he held my hands. “You know what? I know there is a dark secret about you, Mike, and I will find it out soon.”

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

A photo dropped from his book, I took it and it's a photo of me and Haru in the mall. I looked again where Haxilla passed. What did you really do, Hax?

Something inside me cracked. I pushed the door open. Just a little. Just enough. And the world stopped. Zara was straddling Larry in his bed, her arms draped over his shoulders, her hair falling like a curtain around their faces. Larry’s hands were on her waist, not pushing her away. Not resisting. Not stopping anything. Her voice was a whisper against his ear. “See? This is where I belong.” My vision blurred. My chest tightened so violently I couldn’t breathe. Larry wasn’t fighting her.

By the time I made up my mind, Harris already returned to the car. “Are you done?” I asked surprisedly. “Yes sir” He nodded as he did his seatbelt. “Did you see her?” I asked. , “No, she asked me to put them by the door” he replied, “Should I wait, are you going to her?” Harris asked. “No” I replied, He started the car. By the time I got home, pictures of me and Maren had gone viral, and people started to talk about how well we fit perfectly. I scrolled through the pictures, with a smile on my face.