Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

Grinning at the two, I took another mouthful of my liquor. "Kimberly, have you met Max's girlfriend?" Genny asked, gesturing to Blake. I swallowed while enjoying the constipated look on Kimmy's face. It suited her. "Actually, I'm Blake," Blake interjected. "I'm Mr. McTavish's guest. The beautiful lady over there is Max's girlfriend," Blake corrected, and now Kimberly's eyes were burning a hole in Meredith's face. My sister eyed me before she reached her palm out to shake Meredith's hand. “Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Genevieve, but you can call me Genny."

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

I’m sorry. “I was in the alpha’s room that night. I had gone to see him and he asked that I stay with him throughout that night. Asher was just making sure nobody found me in the room.” “Why would the alpha make that type of request to you? Who are you?” Muriel asks. “I am Genevieve. My real name is Genevieve Franklin, the former mate of Derek Carson and the former Luna of the Blood Moon pack.” I reply calmly. It feels like all the air in the hall has been sucked and each and every person in the hall has just been punched in the gut. Well everybody except for Ramsey, who has a huge grin on his face. Suddenly, I get the feeling that I may have just played into his hands. I may have just jumpe

“I’ll be here, no matter what. But you need to fix this, Roman. Before it’s too late.” I nodded again, the weight of his actions settling even heavier on his shoulders. Suddenly, my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and it was Gabriel. I picked it up not bothering to turn off the speaker. “ Roman, Genevieve has stepped down from the company. She no longer is the CEO nor your business partner anymore “

“You’re Genevieve?” “We both are.” “Wait, huh?” The younger girl spoke. Her hair was slicked back with her curls sitting on top of her head, with two braids hanging down in front of her face adorned with some hair jewels. I loved a natural girly. If I could guess, I’d say she was my age. The other woman looked too young to be her mom, but they favored each other. So maybe an older sibling or cousin or something? “Genevieve Beaulieu is a code, not a person. When someone speaks the name, we come.”

I decide to ask, but before Vance can answer, she beats him to it and holds out her hand for a handshake. “I'm Genevieve. Vance and I have known each other for a very long time, I never knew he has a sister who is a celebrity,” She grins and there's something outlandish about the way she smiles and the twinkle in her eyes isn't helping. She looks at me like she knows something I don't and I find that extremely irksome.

“I haven’t seen you in the North Wing.” “I’m just doing laundry, My Lady” I whispered. She reached out with one finger and lifted my chin. I bit my tongue to stop from flinching. Her eyes were like ice, searching mine. For a second I thought the shadows would jump out and give me away—they were itching under my skin, ready to lash. “You’re a clumsy little thing,” Genevieve said. Her lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “But you have steady eyes. Good. I need a new personal maid. The one I brought from the North is useless and too slow.”

Celeste gestured for her to an empty seat while she sat at the head of the table. Genevieve sat, keeping her back straight and her expression neutral, though every instinct in her screamed at her to run. “She came,” one of them murmured, voice clipped. “Didn’t think she’d have the spine.” “Shut it, Harper,” another said sharply. Harper. Genevieve’s gaze snapped towards her. Harper was strikingly beautiful. She had shoulder-length auburn hair and eyes that looked like they had seen a hundred betrayals. She sat with her arms crossed.

While Genevieve being the nosy one was curious about knowing the matter. "Gen, I can't find the file no. 337." "Who needs it?" Genevieve shrugged her shoulders casually. She was bored...it was a pity that she has to work here. Genevieve was never a working woman. And at the age of twenty-one, she was supposed to study or travel around. And here she is, working under some pathetic arrogant people. First, the pompous Lord and now his wife...sitting in the boss chair like a ruler.