Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

"Inaccuracies in the perimeter introduce variables. I do not tolerate variables when the stakes are high. Focus on your medium, Phoebe." Before I could fire back a sarcastic retort about his complete and utter lack of chill, Genevieve Vance sailed into the salon. She was one of my regulars—a wealthy, high-society Seattle elite who spent her afternoons drinking mimosas, attending charity boards, and maintaining a flawless, camera-ready aesthetic that I curated using premium airbrush techniques and intricate, custom color-matching.

Angel then turned and gestured toward one of the women standing closest to her, a poised young woman who reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she smiled in my direction. “This,” Angel said, “is Genevieve.” A small, fond smile played at the corner of her lips. “We went to college together. One of my oldest friends.” Genevive stepped forward and extended her hand for a handshake. Out of basic courtesy, I took it, though I didn’t linger on it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said softly, smiling. I only gave a short nod in response, my attention had already shifting back to Angel. “Where is she?”

she said, and I looked at her a bit confused. "Anyway, meet Genevieve," she said, introducing the brunette. "She is from the gamma family, and she is strong and highly resourceful. I think it will be nice if you two get to know each other," she said and winked. I looked at her, surprised, and I looked at the innocent-looking woman my mother had brought. Why was she so persistent? "Mother, I am not searching. I have told you that I am waiting for my fated mate," I told her, and she furrowed her brows.

My fingers dug into the wall. After a moment of silence from Liam, Draven scoffed. "What? You're not actually catching feelings for the Omega, are you?" "Of course not," Liam answered without hesitation. "It was just an act. Genevieve is coming back. I don't have time to waste on some inferior bloodline." Standing outside the door, my heart felt like it had been dropped into a frozen lake. Genevieve. Their childhood friend. A pure-blooded she-wolf from the Rage River Pack and Liam’s first love.

The witch’s icy glare sent chills down Genevieve’s neck as she walked around the council to take her place facing everyone. “Genevieve Abria Thorne also known as Genevieve Blackheart. Daughter of Saoirse Fearmist and Gavril Thorne. The Witches of the Constellation charge her with attempted murder of her assigned protectors, assaulting seven guards, reckless use of untrained magic, and escaping lawful detainment. Here are my witnesses that must be summoned.” Producing a piece of paper, she placed it on the table in front of the dragon. The list contained the names of Genevieve’s protectors, the guards that tried to arrest her, Nox, Saber, Gavril, the messenger who summoned her, and her parent

It added more pressure. “Liam.” My grandmother’s voice cut through the noise before I even saw her. Margaret Reynolds approached with her usual composure, every step measured like she was entering a negotiation instead of a celebration. Behind her stood Genevieve Langley. Of course she was here. Perfect timing. Genevieve smiled as if the entire room belonged to her already. Elegant dress. Perfect posture. The kind of presence designed to be approved of by families like mine. “Good evening, Liam,” she said warmly.

She swiftly brushes them aside using the back of her hands, determined not to let her emotions spill over. Her smile carries a gentle warmth, a stark departure from her father's demeanor — indeed, their resemblances are faint at best. Unlike her father, who sports a mane of dark hair, Genevieve's tresses cascade in an auburn cascade, adorned with subtle streaks of lighter hues. While Krew's eyes hold a steady blue-gray hue, Genevieve's gaze holds a captivating peculiarity: a rare case of heterochromia, where the inner depths sparkle with a lush green hue, while the outer regions present an intricate blend of blues and grays.

Really, it humored me just how confident she looked, just how easy it was for her to so ardently believe she was the one holding the reins. I sipped my drink lazily, feeling the complex flavors cascade over my palate. Ella was talking in that special decisive tone that was so singularly hers-ambition veiled by courtesy, if one knew where to listen. But I barely heard what she said. My mind ticked along, addressing the details of the scheme Genevieve and I had settled upon. Genevieve had been thorough-as always. I was counting on her to do this sensitive work of sabotage. The woman had an instinct for sniffing out weak points, and she'd sunk her claws into Ella's plans with predatory precisio

The man with Asian features just grins at Conrad before walking to me. I'm once again confused. This is exactly how I first met Záviš. They both asked, 'is she?' and it's making my system doubt every little detail. He offers his hand, probably for a handshake. "Kauai. You?" I cleared my throat before accepting his hand and stating my name. "Genevieve. Genevieve Cloepfil. Sir Conrad's secretary." My eyes saw the forehead of my boss wrinkled. But it only lasted for a few seconds when Kauai once again talks. "Oh, no. You're not just his secretary. There's more than that." My mouth opened to say something in response to what the man said. But before I could even say the first word, Conrad once a

I didn't know why but I felt glad that someone I was acquainted with was here. Gamma Genevieve strode across the large dining room with great dominance. She has this aura that intimidated other females, yet she was the most polite, charming, and jovial person I'd ever known. Everyone watched her in silence without uttering a word. When she got to the table, she bowed to the Alpha queen. “Greetings the great Alpha queen. I am Genevieve, the Gamma from the Lycanfrost pack." “A Gamma? Who does she think she is?" A voice mumbled incoherently, but it was loud enough for me to hear it. And I guess Gamma Genevieve did too, because she looked in that direction before returning her attention to the A