Novel & Cerita Harris And Me Book

Harris hung up the phone and turned to me with a smile, saying, "Andrew, I have to go home now. It was nice getting to know you!" "Likewise," I replied with a smile. "Goodbye!" "Goodbye!" Harris and I bid farewell to each other. After I returned home, I received a message from Harris. "Andrew, this is my mobile number. Let's chat if we have the time." I smiled and replied to the message, "Sure, we'll meet again when we have the time." Then I saved Harris's phone number in my contacts. Meeting Harris was the happiest thing for me today. She has a good personality and is very suitable to be friends with.

But only Harris had the audacity to enter. He stepped in, holding a gleaming file, grinning with a little too much charm. “Ms. Sinclair. Good morning. I love that shade on you—what is it, sunrise pink?” I blinked, half startled by the directness. Damian’s energy changed instantly—the temperature in the room dropping a degree. Harris was new, ambitious, trying desperately to ingratiate himself in a world of sharks. “Thank you, Harris,” I said, keeping my tone chill but cordial.

“Alive. For now. He’s in the library. Watching his life’s work turn to carbon. It’s quite moving, actually.” Adrian took a step forward, his hand drifting toward the holster at his small of his back. “You burned your own house once, Harris. Now you're burning mine. Is this your only trick? Pyromania?” Harris laughed, a dry, rattling sound. “I didn't burn my house, Adrian. I pruned it. And I’m not burning yours to destroy it. I’m burning it to see if you’ll burn with it.” “This ends today.” “Oh,” Harris whispered, his eyes gleaming with a manic light. “I certainly hope not. We’re just getting to the good part.”

I leaned against a long table set near the suitcase, and stared into the ground as I awaited the scolding, only to hear footsteps approach me. Harris. He stopped in front of me with his hands clasped behind his back. “Quite the spectacle tonight,” he said slowly while studying my expression. “Tell me Alina… was it thrilling? Letting him touch you right under your parent’s roof?” I felt my body stiffened as I slowly met his gaze. “Don’t talk to me like that.” He let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Like what? Like a man who just discovered his fiancée prefers the company of a shady man’s spawn than his own?”

I ended the call and headed for the subway, my mind racing the entire ride. The diner smelled faintly of coffee and fried food when I walked in. Mr. Harris was already at a booth in the corner, a folder open in front of him. He was a man in his late forties, sharp eyes behind a pair of square glasses, he wasn’t the kind of man who wasted words, always dressed in the same worn gray suit, his short hair trimmed neat. “Miss Astor,” he said, nodding at me as I slid into the booth. “Mr. Harris,” I answered, trying to steady my voice, “thank you for waiting.”’

“When I left him, I hid at Ally’s. They saved my life. They called the police when they realised he was trying to take me. Sometimes I still think about what would have happened had Ally not been there.” “And what do you think would have happened, Miss Harris?” Daniel asks. “He would have killed me, sir.” She says with a strength I didn’t know a person could possess. Daniel nods, writing away in his notebook. “I am sorry to ask Miss Harris but was he sexually abusive?” I know he has to ask but I hate that she has to answer. I see that Neil is shaking with rage. If there is anything he cannot tolerate it is abuse. “Yes, sir. He used sexual deeds as a bargaining chip. When I refused he would t

Harris just sits there listening to my story. He doesn’t even bulge; he doesn’t even judge; he does not give me an exaggerated reaction, too. He just sits there with a cigarette in his hands and he is staring at the sky full of stars as I do. I like it, this way, the way he listens with no judgment and bias, I have known I needed this. This might be the reason why I can’t open this up to my mom, or to anyone else. I might have known beforehand that I needed a Harris to open up to.

Honestly, that was probably the single most normal, decent piece of data he had shared with us in recent memory. We both let out a genuine laugh, shaking our heads at his textbook delivery. We knew the brief window of interaction had officially closed the moment his gaze dropped right back to the pages of his book, effectively blocking out our presence and the entire outside world with terrifying ease. There were moments when I was incredibly jealous of his ability to just switch off reality at will. I forced a massive, theatrical smile onto my face and spoke to the remaining passengers. "Alright, team. Let's go introduce ourselves to the place we’re calling home for the next six months."

I wasn’t expecting him to call straight away but I’m kind of excited he has. “Hi Jareth, sorry to bother you I didn’t expect you to call me back straight away.” I smile and he grins back at me “It is my pleasure Iris. I had a feeling you might contact me sooner rather than later after all we still have a lot talk about.” He sits grinning like a Cheshire cat and I can’t help but grin back. “So what is it you want to ask or talk to me about?” “Well I have my grandmother’s book, you called it a grimoire? I wondered how to get it open?”