Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

"-are you gonna say your brother watched Mark this time, too or has that story gotten old?" She snickered as she received no reply, lifting her mug to her lips as she sank to her seat once again. "That's what I thought..." Genevieve pushed her bedroom door shut behind her, lifting her trembling hands to wipe away the tears that stained her skin. She could not bring herself to smile at her own victory, as she lifted her phone from her pocket and ended the audio recording. Instead, she felt nothing other—just as she saved the recording to her phone and began the transfer to her google drive—than a growing resent to the woman she could not help but love.

I knew it, but what I didn't understand was why she grew less and less interested in anything academic related as of late. She was the exact carbon version of her mother. Unfortunately none of my features have been passed down to her other than her fine blemish free bronze skin. Her hair was dark brown and fell in thick locks down her shoulders, and her eyes was a lighter chocolate brown color that gleamed like hazelnut when kissed by the sun. Genevieve Rodriguez was one of my most prized jewel. The girl fidgeted for a moment, as if contemplating our agreement before she met my gaze with a sharp nod.

Genevieve’s POV I straightened slightly, smoothing my cardigan, slipping fully into the shape I wore every day here—the harmless one. “Hi! My name is Genevieve,” I said calmly. “I’m a library assistant.” I gestured to the desk behind me, the scanner, the neatly stacked returns. Ordinary. Safe. “How can I help you?” The question hung between us. Hazel didn’t answer right away. She just stared. Too long. Her eyes searched my face with something bordering on panic, as if she were waiting for me to say something else. Something truer. Something that would crack the world open.

“But if I sense anything fishy going on, I'm going to put a stop to it.” “Yes, darling.” I run my finger along the back of his neck. “And if you behave yourself, I'll make it worth your while when we get home.” He raises an eyebrow at me and shakes his head a little. He thinks he's the only good actor around here? Well, when you've been with Liam Everhart everyday, you pick up a few acting skills. I get up and turn to find Genevieve's eyes narrowed in a glare so sharp, it could cut through glass. She's seething, absolutely livid at the sight of me and Liam. It's obvious that my little performance is driving her crazy, pushing all her jealousy buttons.

Maya took a deliberately long sip of her coffee, looking absolutely done by I imagined it might be to buy some time to come up with an excuse because Genevieve didn't look like she would leave before getting something interesting out of us. “Do you know this boring ass bitch has never dated before?” Geneieve said to me, laughing like it was the hilarious thing she’d ever heard. “Hasn’t even touched a boy. Talk about pure.” She said it with so much warmth that for a second it didn’t register why the words scraped at me like sandpaper. I glanced at Maya but her face was arranged in a careful mask of indifference. Genevieve was genuinely waiting for a response from me. “Err, no,” I began carefu

That damn shoe was a distraction, a cruel reminder of how much power the Caradellis thought they had over us. But they wouldn’t hurt Zoe. Not now. Not while they were burying Evelyn. Would they? The door burst open, and Genevieve stormed in, her fiery red hair damp from the rain and clinging to her cheeks. She didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, slamming a newspaper onto the desk. “Do you even see what’s happening around you?” I didn’t bother looking at it. I already knew what it would say. Another headline. Another hit piece.

Genevieve laughed. As she walking into the kitchen, she could hear Noah's and Leo's voices behind her. But soon, her phone ringtone echoed in the room, and she reached into her apron and pulled out her phone. The fact that it was an unknown number had her hesitant and even wary, but still, she accepted the call anyway. “Good morning,” Genevieve said. “Who is this?” “This is James from EXAT Inc, Miss Carnell,” A man replied. “Is this Miss Genevieve Rhodes?”

My heart literally stops as I have to gesture at Genevieve beside us, looking as gossip hungry as she always does. Riley stills, then a second later she looks at Genevieve stoically. “Miss Garrish,” Riley says, her British accent thick, “Nice to see you.” Genevieve eyes her, “oh it’s you. The girl who got Alexander locked up. I expected… more.” Riley doesn’t blink, doesn’t even show she’s offended, all I know is a second later Genevieve yelps and Riley’s glass is half empty, soaking through the newscaster’s pantsuit.

Genevieve slid her hand into my own and held on as she stepped out. I refused to move back, so that when she righted herself we were inches from one another. I lived for these moments. In the span of twenty-four hours I had become addicted to her touch, her smell, her very presence. Genevieve was unique. Unlike any woman that I had ever met before. She wrote books with descriptive, very descriptive, sex and she gave the world a persona of an experienced woman, but every time I got remotely close to her, she closed down. Her body reacted to mine, but she wasn’t acting on it. She shied away from me.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".