Harrison X Preston Novels & Stories

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.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

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?”

"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."

THE PREACHER'S SON ✝ Richee Jay✍🏽✍🏽 Episode Nine After the incident with Victoria, she avoided me like a plague. I guess she was scared I'd report her to my father. I had to explain to Morgan why I invited him over. But things got a little bit messy when Dad preached against homosexuality and it consequences. I was scared Morgan would call off the relationship after the sermon, so I avoided him after the last prayer session and the benediction.

Harrison stared at her and thought she was absolutely beautiful, and this was something he wanted to make Cage to, so it made him glad that he could rely very much on his wife. “You do your work babe, and please don’t turn back.” “Why?” Alyssa asked him, as she massaged her wrists. “You might not like what you see.” Harrison chuckled back at her, and then he looked forward, a dark expression appearing on his face. Whoever had sent these people would definitely pay. In his mind, his brain was connecting different lines, and he could only link it to one person, which was Sterling. Did they realise he was on to them, and tried to kill him?