Novel & Cerita Harrison X Preston

Harrison nodded. "Alright. You and Nyla don't need to worry about me. Wren and I are divorced. There's nothing she can do." "Alright. One more thing—do you have any family abroad?" Damon asked. Harrison looked momentarily stunned, then, after a pause, shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?" "Just curious," Damon replied. "And Nyla's mother's side?" Harrison grew quiet at the mention of Emerald.

We didn't have a phone on us, we had nothing, we were just waiting for Mr Greene or his accomplice to come and tell us what next. When I turned to Blue, I saw that she had fallen asleep and now snoring softly. I shook my head and stared back at the door. There were footsteps coming from the hallway. The door opened and Mr Harrison was standing there. His eyes scanned me from head to waist and he turned to Blue. Then to the other girl before returning his eyes back to me. “Cristela." He whispered and I felt abused and naked. I sat up straight and squared my shoulders. “You're so sexy, do you know that?." He shut the door behind him

“I’m sorry, do I know you…?” “Oh, shoot. Sorry.” He released me and smoothed his hands over his doublet. I noticed that his left pinky finger was smudged with ink, like he wrote with his left hand. “I’m not used to this sort of thing.” He gestured around us at the party. “I’m Harrison. Harrison Maevis. I’m a colleague of Jayne’s—your mentor?”

Lewis put his jacket over the back of a chair and stood in the kitchen and let the silence settle. He was making coffee when the doorbell rang. His first instinct was the old one — the reflex of the past three weeks. Process servers. Journalists. Someone with new documents and a bad face. But the figure visible through the frosted glass panel was familiar in a different way. Too tall, too upright even now, in a posture that had never quite softened despite everything. Lewis opened the door. Harrison Sterling stood on the porch in a grey overcoat, holding his hat in his hands. He looked older than the last time Lewis had seen him. More than older — hollowed out, like something that had been s

"This is all just a misunderstanding. A small disagreement between the girls that got a little out of hand. You know how young women can be." Lorenzo finally turned. The look he gave Mr. Harrison could have frozen hell itself. "Harrison," he said slowly. "That's your name, isn't it?" "Yes, sir." Mr. Harrison was practically bowing now. "Gerald Harrison. We've met at several charity events. My company supplies—" "I know what your company supplies." "Of course, of course." Mr. Harrison's smile was starting to look painful. "We've always been grateful for your family's partnership. The Vitale connection has been invaluable to our—"

I rub my stomach as I take a sip of my coffee. “I also found out that when Harrison was at college he made a few friends. Those friends include Morrison, Johnny, and Nelson. He also met Henry through them.” Harrington says. Fuck he knows those assholes. I close my eyes when I realize that the traitor we have been looking for was literally right under our noses. I have no idea how we missed that. This also makes my heart hurt. Harrison was one of the first ones I met, and we became good friends, well I thought we had become friends.

“Couldn’t ask my brother—he just got back from Italy. Mood’s foul enough to snap a man in half, and the man I need… he needs to be alive. For now.” Xander raises an eyebrow. “Alright. What’s going on?” “I’ve got the Obsidian inspections today. I have to be visible.” My eyes lock on him. “But I need you to pick someone up for me.” He leans back, unbothered, ripping open a Mars bar like I’ve just asked him to complete a small bank transfer instead of picking someone up who could potentially be dead within the next 24 hours. “Go on.” “The guy’s name is Jerry Harrison,” I say while he chews slowly, watching me for any sign of recognition. There isn’t any because this person is a fucking nobody.

It was a big day and Jesse would meet us there. I parked the car in front of the same dilapidated warehouse where my own ceremony had been done and I saw Preston raise his eyebrows as he took the building in. Preston's father was a warrior and his mother was a nurse. Rev's father was the CEO of our investment firm and his mother was a lawyer, which makes you wonder how Rev is more of a warrior than Preston. "Sire Grey," a man greeted me at the front door. "This is Jax Sterling, Preston Scott and Milton Harris for their beast ceremonies," I said.

Then, of course, there was her husband, a former military man, now owner of a privatized military company, who for some reason had visited Simon Briggs’s motel room just an hour after Briggs’s murder. Harrison had made the call to his wife, Sarah, telling her not to expect him and to lock up the house for the night and that he’d see her in the morning. Then he popped up his Internet browser and began the long, lonely slog through the marsh, searching for his ghost orchid. He loved the Internet, loved the way you could follow a piece of information down a rabbit hole and chase it through tunnels and around bends and come up for air in a place you’d never have imagined when you started.

Tyler said the name of Xander’s doctor. Harrison shot Tyler a hostile look. “Was I speaking to you?” “Harrison,” I gasped, and he turned his head towards me. “I actually don’t know Xander’s doctor’s name,” I confessed. “I got so flustered and terrified that I didn’t know what to do.” As Harrison took my hand, Tyler suddenly slapped it. “I thought I spotted a mosquito,” Tyler chimed in. “My hospital is clean, and I don’t let mosquitoes in,” Harrison said. “Looks like one managed to slip past, though.” He looked at me again and stated, “I’m going to call Dr. Enriquez now.”