Kim Harrison Series Novels & Stories

I rub my stomach as I take a sip of my coffee. “I also found out that when Harrison was at college he made a few friends. Those friends include Morrison, Johnny, and Nelson. He also met Henry through them.” Harrington says. Fuck he knows those assholes. I close my eyes when I realize that the traitor we have been looking for was literally right under our noses. I have no idea how we missed that. This also makes my heart hurt. Harrison was one of the first ones I met, and we became good friends, well I thought we had become friends.

Harrington is sitting on his chair facing his back at me. “Good morning Mr. Harrington, My name is Cassandra Lei Tan and I am here to apply as your secretary” I said with confidence. Me. Harrington slowly turned his chair around. I couldn't believe it when I saw the man that I kissed yesterday, sitting right in front of me.

** ** Welcome to the Harrison Inc. Reunion! We brought together the main characters of Playboy Rehab and Two Can Play That Game for one last Q and A. Leslie Harrison and Sebastian Harrison nicely accepted our invitation, and after five years of living in Canada, have come out to Southern California to reunite with their friends and family. Unfortunately, Fiona, Isabella, Elizabeth and Darcy have decided to be exempt from this interview, but everyone else is gratefully present. They have all agreed to complete honesty, so no questions will be held back. Keep in mind these answers are not censored, so viewers discretion is advised.

"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

Lindsay dialed the game warden's number and waited for him to answer. She had parked behind the other patrol cars and could see what was taking place in both of them at that moment. Keith was sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, holding the steering wheel and rocking back and forth. He may have been serious when he told Lindsay that he quit just moments earlier. Little Bob had gotten something out of the trunk of his car before he got back in. Lindsay could see that he was now unloading and reloading his shotgun. Warden Sims finally answered.

Though Curtis had told him to stay home and recover properly, Harrison pleaded to start work that he's fine now. Curtis understood why. Harrison was loyal. Perhaps too loyal. The young man treated every assignment like a personal mission. And this investigation would prove no different. Hours passed. Harrison searched records. He reviewed archives, checking government databases. The deeper he dug, the stranger things became. Victor Blackwood existed. Yet somehow he didn't. There were records connected to him. But only after a specific date. Everything before that point appeared missing. It was almost as though an entire lifetime had been erased.

“Here’s the thing. I need to tell you something, Mr. Ford. “The young man you met at the hotel tonight is Kaze Lee. You thought he was the God of War and kneeled before him. “Truth be told, it’s not his first rodeo posing as the God of War.” Harrison grimaced. He would never mistake the eyes that belonged to the Arcadian Satan. Those eyes were imprinted in his memory. “Shit! Are you doubting me? He is the God of War, the Arcadian Satan. I won’t be mistaken,” Harrison shouted.

In the center of the room stood a single glass console, glowing red. And waiting beside it Harrison Crowe. Savannah’s breath froze. He wore a black suit, immaculate despite the chaos upstairs, his silver hair combed back with precision. The calmness on his face was chilling. As though everything burning above was simply an inconvenience. Jackson stepped forward, fury tightening every muscle in his body. “You tried to kill us.” Harrison didn’t flinch. “Collateral damage. Nothing more.” Savannah moved beside Jackson, anger rising in her chest. “You sabotaged your own tower. You framed your own son. You wanted me ruined.”

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Maria said, stroking her hair. Damian sat beside her, “Rest amore". ***************** Later that evening, once things had quieted down at the hospital, Harrison returned to his office. He needed time alone to think. He closed the door behind him, turned on his desk lamp, and sat down at his cluttered desk, filled with case files. He pulled up the surveillance footage again, the one from the Lux home incident, and watched the masked man’s movements over and over. “Who are you really working with?” Harrison muttered to himself, rubbing his temples. “You just had one mission -to kill Kiara. "You can't be working alone…” he spoke, as if the masked man was sitting right in front of him.