Kim Harrison Series Novels & Stories

“Donated to charity, ended up with Genesis at the auction. The Hawkins family bought it.” I crossed my legs and pulled my hair back. “So it’s either haunted or cursed.” Alex nodded. “Dad’s notes say the same thing. Everyone in the house dies—not just the buyer. Peter Sims had a whole family. The 1970 victim, Hanford, was a wealthy widow with staff. All dead.” William dropped the papers onto the table. “Cursed or haunted—either way… we’re burning it.”

After a while, he suddenly turned around and gave an order to the surrounding men, "Immediately investigate this Harrison, and find his exact location. The men hurriedly followed the order and started to track down this mysterious Harrison, while at that moment Kourtney was still in the small room where she was imprisoned, feeling both surprised and worried by Jeff's appearance. She knew that Jeff was here to rescue her, but she also understood that this place was dangerous. Shortly after, the henchmen find a trace of Harrison in another secret room in the base. The other side immediately goes there with their men, intending to deal with the man who was able to betray their plans in person.

The concrete floor was cracked in multiple places, exposing the rebar beneath. Jackson dropped down first, landing in a crouch, then reached up to steady Savannah as she descended. The moment her feet touched the ground, a voice echoed from the shadows. “Well. What a touching scene.” Savannah stiffened. Harrison stepped out from behind a row of fallen server racks, a gun in his right hand, the muzzle glinting under the emergency lights. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, but his smile was confident, cruel. “Going somewhere?” he asked lightly.

That was the line drawn in blood, and Harrison had just announced his intention to cross it. I looked at Caleb and saw the identical realization crystallizing in his eyes. We'd been playing defense this entire time. Reacting, surviving, and protecting. But you can't survive an execution that's already been scheduled. You can only fight back with everything you have left, and tomorrow, when Harrison made his move against our kids, we'd be ready. Not to defend, to destroy. Because in his meticulous forty-year plan, Harrison Blackwood had made one catastrophic miscalculation.

"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.

A bad premonition surged in Queenie’s heart. “Harvey, we have interrogated Harrison long ago. We even used a truth serum on him, but it turns out that he has nothing to do with these things. “He was simply wronged, and he didn’t know who was the one behind the scenes.” Quinton York could not help but defend Harrison. Harvey smiled and said, “I believe he was wronged. Since he didn’t do this, then it’s useless to use truth serum on him. “But it’s still uncertain whether he really knows who is the mastermind behind all this, or not.

Damian steps forward, shielding me. "Mr. Harrison , I beg you…this isn't…" "I just want to talk," Mr. Harrison holds up his hands, placating. "Please, just... one minute." Damian looks at me for approval, and I nod. Mr. Harrison approaches me, his eyes red-rimmed and exhausted. "Dr. Hart, we read about the divorce, the baby. We thought you were just another rich doctor covering up mistakes. But if what your lawyer says is true…"

But if they’d learn to just shut up and listen to what the animals were trying to tell us, they’d understand it too. “Good afternoon, Dr. Harris,” Kim says with a wave, slowly getting off the porch swing. She’s moving slower than normal today, with dark bags under her eyes that seem to get worse every time I see her, making me wonder if she’s not in remission as she told me a few months ago. “Busy day?” “Isn’t it always?” I reply and walk halfway up the sidewalk, waiting for Kim to join us so I can hand her the latte. “How’s he doing today?” I ask, knowing Kim knows exactly which horse I’m referring to.

Devlin inquired, eager to bring this matter to a resolution once and for all. “We delved deeper into Mr. Harrison’s background and discovered that he was deeply involved in an intricate web of illegal activities. His intense desire to gain control of all your inheritance stemmed from his need to settle his extensive gambling debts. He found himself embroiled in more significant issues within the underground world, which had been haunting him relentlessly. Using any means necessary, he manipulated your father and brother into unknowingly participating in unlawful endeavors. Little did they know, they were being set up by Mr. Harrison,” Abby explained with precision.

Harrison takes a slow sip, utterly unbothered by the tension crackling through the air. “So, to what end, Your Majesty?” He sets the glass down, meeting Knox’s eyes with a smile that doesn’t waver. “Do you love Ember? Or are you just trading her one torture chamber for a gilded one?” He tilts his head, studying Knox like he’s genuinely curious. “Are you her newest monster in the guise of a gentleman?” Something in me goes very, very still. Maybe it’s how deeply those questions hit at the bite of my insecurities about us.