Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

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.

Jessica said. "Well, ever since I got here you have never treated me as less of a person. You even took extra care of me with all the special meals and all and I want to say thank you" Genevieve said taking her hands into hers and squeezing so tightly. "I am so grateful for you and for the gift you brought back from Aurora Haven. I'm flattered you thought of me" she said rubbing her hand gently and ending with a laugh. "I'm glad you liked the gift. I thought long and hard on what to get you and then I spent Xavier's money to get them" she added.

" Do you think she is lying ?." " you know I don't read but I am sure you did well." " I will take a break and focus on my photography for now . I don't think I want to write anymore ." Genevieve stretched her length on the sofa as she grieved silently. " You can do this Genevieve I believe in you, you can figure it out honey." " I am sorry but I don't want to try anymore .'' " I have an idea though but that’s if you do not mind."

@VivianVance_Official: 142,000 followers. Twelve hours ago, before the Grand Conservatory doors opened, that number had been barely eight hundred. Now, every second brought a fresh cascade of notifications. Who designed Genevieve’s dress? Is Vivian Vance related to Arthur Vance? Where can we buy her pieces? The digital world was devouring my name, transforming my father’s tragic, murky legacy into pure, intoxicating hype.

“You didn’t drag me anywhere. I chose this and I chose you. So don’t apologize, all you have to do is just focus on getting better and get back to your feet.” He blinked at her, tears threatening to fall off his eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.” She smiled. “You don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere so rest up as much as you want.” He was able to sit up and enjoy the meal even though he couldn’t eat too much. **** Genevieve, furious at being thrown out and replaced, took a different route. She hired a private investigator who was popular for being discreet, fast, and well-connected.

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.