Harrison X Preston Novels & Stories

“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

"Harrison doesn't fire real weapons when he can help it. He fires the ones that let him claim, afterward, that he was never really aiming at anyone at all." "Then we'd better find out what he's actually protecting in that sub-level," Kaelen said, "before he decides a warning shot isn't enough anymore." ***** Harrison returned to his office and closed the door before he allowed his composure to slip, even slightly, the careful mask he'd worn for the last two hours finally cracking around the edges the moment he was alone. He poured himself a drink he didn't intend to finish and dialed the same untraceable number he'd used the night before, his hand, he noted with some private irritation, not

“It’s a start. But I need more if I’m going to confront her, and Astor.” Elaine placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing the right thing. --- Harrison returned to his office, reviewing the photos and audio recordings he had gathered. It was enough to expose Susan for who she honestly was. He dialed Astor’s range, his pulse quickening as he waited for him to answer. “Astor,” Harrison said as quickly as the line linked. “I’ve something you might want to look at.”

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.

Harrison. “I was just getting some fresh air,” she said, still holding my waist like we were old companions. She looked at me. “This is my son, Rowan.” Rowan’s warm smile softened the shock still rattling inside me. “Hey. Are you… The boy’s mother? From the hospital?” I nodded. Mrs Harrison gestured to the elegant woman beside Rowan. “And this is Rowan’s wife, Clio.” “Hi,” I said politely. Clio offered only a stiff nod.

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."