Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Chase was so lost in his lunch, it was as if he’d completely forgotten their entire purpose for being there. Finally, about ten minutes after Jack had handed the book over, the longest ten minutes of his life, Grandma Genevieve asked, “Who wrote this translation?” Jack cleared his throat. He couldn’t tell from her tone whether or not Grandma Genevieve was happy with the translation or thought it was way off. “My friend, Everly,” he said. Grandma Genevieve’s eyes didn’t waver as she asked, “The one who has been infected?” Jack nodded. “How old is she?” Grandma Genevieve asked.

Inside lay an elegant wristwatch. It was the wedding gift she had secretly bought for Damon weeks ago. She smiled faintly before closing the lid again. Her gaze drifted toward the passing traffic.Then slowly, almost absentmindedly, she picked up her phone once more. Her thumb hovered over the screen. She scrolled through her contacts. Past actresses, actors, directors, managers and family. . Until one name stopped her. Ethan Brooks Damon Executive and personal assistant. Genevieve stared at the name for a long time. Then a slow smile spread across her face. She had spent enough years in front of cameras to know that everyone had a price.

She passed by the framed campaign posters she had worked on and none of them credited to her directly, but each one holding pieces of her fingerprints. The elevator doors pinged behind her. She turned just slightly and caught Genevieve's reflection in the glass. "Early morning," Genevieve said breezily. "Planning another elevator pitch to Alexander?" Evelyn didn't take the bait. "Just catching up on campaign metrics." Genevieve's smile was thin. "Good. It's always helpful to stay… humble. You never know when the rug might be pulled out." Their eyes locked for a brief moment but just long enough to acknowledge the battle neither of them dared name out loud.

"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?”

And with that, he strolls out, humming a happy tune. His words keep playing at the back of my head all day long, refusing to shut up or disappear. When it is time to go home, I am ready to stop trying to ignore Genevieve’s presence. She’s spent the whole day with the IT girl, according to Grace, and I know that is one of her peaceful places, so I did not call for her. She gave my assistant all the work I asked of her anyway, so I did not have a reason to. Now, I do.

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

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.

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

My answers continued to be the same everyday: “Good, no, and yes.” Always leaving me with a kiss on the forehead. Although my conversations were short with Xavier, my conversations were long with Geegee. I found out that Geegee’s full name was Genevieve Mathers. She was an Omega, who came from a lower ranking family. After her grandmother was killed by a rogue, she had no one left. Fearing for her safety, she traveled closer to the palace. While in the farmer’s market one afternoon, a gentleman accidentally bumped into her. Turns out that gentleman was Beta Ethan. She didn’t go into too much detail, but shortly after meeting him he offered her a job at the palace.