Kim Harrison: Books の小説・ストーリー

FLYNN'S POV Harrison let himself in at seven with Korean food and something tucked under his arm that he set on my kitchen counter without comment before opening the containers. I looked at the two cream envelopes. "No," I said. "You haven't opened them yet." "I don't need to open them. I saw your schedule on my email" Harrison pulled out two chopsticks and handed me one. "Sit down." I sat. He served the food with the practiced efficiency of a man who had been eating in my kitchen for fifteen years and had stopped asking which container I wanted because he already knew.

But he just laughed louder, running straight toward the waiting car—toward a night I wasn’t sure I was ready for, but one I could no longer avoid. Outside, the first thing I noticed was the car. It wasn’t a taxi. It wasn’t even close. The sleek black vehicle sat calmly by the curb, polished and imposing, the kind of car that didn’t just arrive anywhere—it announced itself. My heart skipped uncomfortably. I already knew before I fully processed it. This was a Harrison car. Before I could retreat or even think of another excuse, the door opened from the inside. And then I saw him. Kai Harrison.

*The Expectant Father: The Ultimate Guide for Dads to Be. She laughed. It was a bright and joyful sound that startled him at that moment. “Grant Harrison. Oh my gosh. You bought this book? You run Harrison Enterprises! You build bridges! And you’re reading this? A HOW-TO MANUAL!” “I like to be prepared,”he grumbled. He reached out to take the book gently from her hands and put it back on its shelf. “I just want to do this right, Maddison,” he said quietly to her. “I don’t want to miss anything,”

I still do have three ongoing books on the platform please do read them also thanks. Yours faithfully KHADS

-SHAUN- The conversation was getting so, so interesting since Kai was here. And this guy, Luke what took you so long. "Searching--- Behind the shadows---Change is possible" as Kai read the titles of the books one by one, the books that have has been displayed on the table between us. "Finding God and finally Sorrow --- all written by Jeremy Gloss himself," he finished with a smile as he glanced back to meet my threatening gaze. "You had these, huh. Sadly, the author died before these fictitious books were known to the world." Kai added.

Instead, I folded my arms across my chest. "If I'm expected to remain imprisoned in this room, then I'd at least like something to keep myself occupied." His brows lifted slightly. "What do you need?" "A laptop and a few books," I answered without hesitation. "Anything related to the history of the Werewolf Realm would be a good start." A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he nodded. "I think I can arrange that." "Good." "I'll have everything brought up shortly." Without another word, Harrison turned and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him.

"If you want the basket, just come outside and I'll give it to you." Katherina took a deep breath and opened the door to the store. As she stepped outside, she saw Harrison standing by a sleek black car it was a different one from the one he had that morning. He looked up as she approached, his expression unreadable. Katherina felt her heart race as she walked towards him, her palms sweaty. When she was a few feet away, she stopped, not sure what to say. Harrison smiled at her, and then held out the gift basket.

PARKER “I was a kid,” Harrison says, voice low. “And I’ve paid you back with interest. You don’t own me. Back off, or we will end this in ways you can’t take back.” “You think you can threaten me with your lies?” she hisses. “Pathetic.” “No,” Harrison says. “With the truth. You’ve been playing dirty for decades. Leaking stories, covering up crimes, blackmailing rivals. And we’re done letting you hide.”

He looks impressed, “Your mom tells me that you love reading. What’s your favorite book?” I glance at Mom, her face turning pink while Lacey looks down at her plate and starts eating. “I like E.L. James, Carly Phillips, Harper Sloan, and Nora Roberts. I’d happily curl up with any one of their books.” He frowns, “I’ve heard of Nora Roberts, but haven’t read any of her books, the others I can’t say I’ve ever heard of them.” “Oh you’d have heard of E.L. James, she wrote Fifty Shades Of Grey.” Lacey pipes up, and I watch in amusement as Harrison’s face falls as he realizes exactly what Fifty is all about. “What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?”

Harrison’s POV The county facility sat back from the road behind a chain-link fence and a sign that read DRIVE SLOW. I parked in the visitor lot at two-forty. My appointment was at three. I had two books in a plastic bag on the passenger seat. McCarthy’s Blood Meridian—a paperback Thomas had been slogging through at Claire’s house for six weeks and had told me flat-out he didn’t like but was going to finish out of stubbornness. And a hardcover on hand-cut joinery I’d taken off his nightstand when Claire had let me into her house last Sunday to collect it. She hadn’t asked what I was there for. I hadn’t told her.