Harrison X Preston Novels & Stories

After running into a dead end, Harrison didn't leave Lethor. He spent a fortune renting a house in a small town near the temporary media center, then sent Joseph back to Astora. "Go look into a man named Alexander Grant," Harrison said. "I want everything you can find." Joseph took one look at Harrison's grim expression and didn't ask questions. He flew back that same night. It didn't take long for Alexander's file to arrive, along with a photo of his fiancee.

"Yes, I’m ready. Tell me more about this connection we are meeting." Jaxon smirked at me. "His name is Harrison Jones. He controls a lot of the gambling in the outer city areas. He’s been our main competition for some of our direct business. If we could join forces, then we could be a stronger team and have more control over the city. We could cut down on future competition and potential uprisings." "What is he like?" I asked. Jaxon shrugged. "I don’t know. Just a normal guy. He’s got red hair."

Harrison. He stood at the altar, tall and proud, his broad shoulders squared, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazed at me with an unreadable expression. He looked dashing in his tailored white suit, his hair sleeked back, revealing his chiseled features and strong jawline. His hazel piercing eyes never left mine, and his lips were tugged in a gentle yet captivating lopsided smile that made my heart skip a beat. It was the first time I had seen him smile, and it took my breath away. "We are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of Liam Harrison and Roselyn Moore," the priest's voice resonated through the grand hall as I stepped onto the altar, my fingers trembling against the bou

“Put the gun down, Damien. Before I make you swallow it.” The bathroom door swung open, practically splintered off its hinges. Harrison stood in the frame, his towering body radiating a cold, terrifying aura that instantly sucked all the oxygen out of the room. His tuxedo jacket was off, his white shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal his thick, corded forearms. His storm-grey eyes were fixed entirely on his son. Damien didn't flinch, but the muscles in his jaw tightened. Slowly, with a mocking smirk that didn't reach his eyes, he lowered the silenced pistol and tucked it back into his waistband.

“No, I meant how do we know that for sure?” “Because I felt it,” Aurora replied softly. “In my heart.” Harrison got out of his seat and began to pace back and forth. “Then I was right, it’s true.” “What’s true?” Harrison glanced briefly at Jasmyne before he spoke. He wasn’t sure why he did it but for some reason looking at her just made him feel better. “I’ve been working on a theory about Chris’ death.” “What about it?” Gabriel asked quickly. “What do you know?”

"What were the documents about?" "Mr. Harrison was...is in cahoots with the big banks. He, and these banks, have been playing everyone who can barely make do with what they have. They loan out money to people only so these people can go into debt and borrow more money again from them when prices go up over time. Harrison Inc. has been involved in this for years; that's why they, along with all those other bankers, were living it good during the recession of 2008. They knew how to play the system. The documents also talked about funding campaigns for politicians in order for those said politicians to become his pawns when they were elected into Congress. Notice how the politicians he funded s

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

"He's doing great. You know he really admires you." Obviously a lie. Theodore Pryce was a greedy bastard who was no different from Elliot. No wonder they got along. Elliot stood up from his seat. "Of course you two know each other. Harrison, this is my future son-in-law. I assume you've seen the engagement announcement circulating." Harrison nodded. "Congratulations on your engagement." My patience was already slipping through my fingers. "What did he promise you?" I turned to Harrison. Harrison blinked like he didn't understand what I was saying.

"My name is Harrison," he began, his voice barely a rasp. "Harrison Fabian. I am an attorney... or I was. I served as the personal lawyer for Alexander Hemsworth. The late Alexander Hemsworth." Harrison shifted in his chair, his oversized suit jacket bunching up around his neck as if it were trying to swallow him whole. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in weeks, his skin sallow and his wobbly head trembling with a frantic, internal vibration.

Instead, I watched. I watched as Malum tried to hold a conversation with one of the Harrison brothers, his voice steady but strained, his patience thinning with every word exchanged. It didn’t take long before the tension snapped. What started as a conversation quickly teetered on the edge of a fistfight—shoulders squared, jaws clenched, pride flaring on both sides. And then, right on cue, another Harrison stepped in. A savior. At least, that’s how he made it look.