Harrison X Preston Novels & Stories

Harrison laughs. “Ah, that would have been Aaron. He’s Ryann’s personal bodyguard. He doesn’t talk much. As for your address? They have an I.T. guy who can pretty much track down anyone, it’s a little scary. He’s this anxious little fellow when you talk to him but I suspect that he might be the most terrifying of them all if you pissed him off.” I’m surprised that he knows so much about Ryann’s other friends. It seems like Harrison is a lot more detail oriented than I originally thought. He might not make a bad assistant for this potion after all. Now that I think about it, I don’t know all that much about him. He’s been hanging out here all day. Does he not have a job? But he always pays fo

I saw him smile sincerely and it was honestly a beautiful sight. "I'll come to visit you," I added. "I'll be there on your sick bed too— I just need you to hold on a little longer till I graduate from college and possibly bring home a man." He laughed till tears welled in his eyes. "I'm sorry, it should be the eye problem." Mom and Dad walked closer but Xavier didn't. "They gave the kids a restricted arrest," Dad explained to James. Pointing to Xavier, he continued explaining. "They have an alarm clock on their wrist."

"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—"

Across the table Harrison was staring at me, his eyes dark and intense, and when I caught his gaze he didn’t look away. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly, interrupting whatever Lyndsey had been saying to him. The table went silent and everyone turned to stare at him, but he kept looking at me. “Thank you,” I said coolly, refusing to look away even though my face was going hot. “You look well too.” “Do I?” Harrison asked. “I haven’t been sleeping much lately.” “That’s unfortunate,” I said flatly. “Have you tried melatonin?” Harrison’s mouth twitched and I realized with a jolt that he was trying not to smile, that he was amused by my cold professionalism.

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

Harrison stepped out from the guest bathroom, grabbed a towel from the stand, and dried his hands. "What are we talking about?" he asked playfully. "Harry, Stefan asked his proxy to kick me out. I didn’t know he was this ungrateful," the man reported. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Dorothy appeared, looking confused at the unfamiliar faces. She didn’t know Stefan had friends. "Look who’s joined us," Harrison smiled, nodding towards Dorothy. "Hi, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Harrison Berlymore, a professional medical doctor with all my licenses completed," he said proudly.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

Vera had walked out on him, and Sasha was just … Sasha. But this was what Harrison had wanted – wasn’t it? He had tried to reject Vera; he had chosen Sasha. Harrison had everything he wanted. So why was he so empty right now? Why did he feel so terrible? The phone rang and Harrison answered it. He left it on speaker, balanced on his chest while he continued his video game. “Alpha, it’s Jason.” “Hmm,” Harrison said absently. “Sir?” “What, Jason?” Harrison grumbled. “It’s Sasha.”

Blake was choking on a cherry. It took a while, but she finally coughed it up. The photography crew suddenly encountered someone rarely seen, and it left them silent with fear. The person nearby cautiously reminded Blake, "Mr. Harrison planned to wear this outfit at Mr. Jardin's wedding. It was custom-made by the X.M brand. Watch yourself."

Simon hesitated to speak, knowing it was unlikely for Ethan to forgive them. However, he thought, what if? Stephen’s sincere apology and revealing the truth could have moved Ethan, making forgiveness possible. With that sliver of hope, he did not stop Harrison. Harrison immediately took an overnight flight to Riveria. It was seven in the morning when he landed, and without any rest, he headed straight for Drakthorn Ridge. His assistant could not help but advise, “Mr. Harrison, you’ve not rested all night. Why don’t you take a break before going up the mountain?”