Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

She wishes to attend university, but her father got sick, so she decided to help her mother work instead while her younger sister cared for their father at home. Genevieve's family is an immigrant. She's the first of her family to be born in Arcadia. She went to a beauty school instead of a regular high school because she wanted to become a makeup artist, but she heard of an opening to work in the palace, so she went here instead. She's only 19.

Genevieve's POV: As I gazed at Casey, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my accomplishment. She had executed the plan flawlessly, seamlessly taking on the identity of Aurelia. "You've done an outstanding job, Casey. Your performance as Aurelia has been exceptional," I praised her, a glimmer of excitement in my eyes. Casey beamed at my words. "Thank you, Genevieve. I owe everything to you for saving my life. From now on, my life is yours, and I'll do whatever you need," she said with unwavering loyalty.

Mia's POV: “What? I like gummy bears so what?” Genevieve said with a shrug. She grabbed a bowl and emptied one of the packets in it. After taking a bite of one, she held the bowl to us. “Want some?” I grabbed one of them and tossed it into my mouth. “It’s a sugar rush,” I said, going around to get started on another dish. “Exactly,” Genevieve said, her body doing a happy dance.

" Thank you Mrs. Trunk , I promise to do a better job ." Genevieve bowed before she stepped out since the old woman did not have anything to say to her anymore . Getting outside the small room , she saw her ex best friend Belinda Grant standing just outside the door . " you were eavesdropping ." Genevieve knew how Belinda will do everything to let her down . Belinda has always been good as a writer unlike her . Belinda was currently one of the top selling New York writers worldwide , one of the best and richest . This has always been Belinda's dream since school days and she was very happy for her. Until they drifted apart for no reason according to Genevieve .

Her name is Genevieve, and she is twenty years old, just two years older than I am, but somehow, I still get treated like a baby. Genevieve is an extrovert, your typical outgoing, bubbly social butterfly. She is the type of girl that don’t have to do too much to get the attention of others. In fact, I admire my sister and have always wished to be like her. She has beautiful, healthy blonde hair. Tall, curvy, has the perfect body and skin. It’s no wonder that she got the attention of Adrian Thorne, a young, high-profile Formula One racer. Despite being from a wealthy family, Adrian has built a reputation for himself at twenty-two years of age.

Damien froze, blinking like his brain had short-circuited. “What?” His tone was raked in disbelief. Even I couldn’t process it. I staggered a step forward. “What did you just say, Genevieve? I hope it's my ear that is faulty and not your sentence, right?” And then, like the venomous snake she was, Genevieve slithered closer. Her lips curved into that demure little smile I’d seen her practice in mirrors when we were teenagers. She reached out, curling her fingers around Damien’s arm tenderly.

I kept my voice low, professional. “The Morrisons are family friends,” Genevieve said airily. “Senator Morrison served with Daddy on several boards. Didn’t you know?” She tilted her head, eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, but you wouldn’t. You’re staff now, aren’t you? Not exactly on the guest list.” “I’m working.” “Yes, I can see. How industrious.” She ran her fingers along Leo’s lapel possessively. “We should find our table, darling. I’m sure Diana has important… event managing to do.”

"No empathy, no conscience, just pure spite wrapped in designer clothes. Stay away from her if you can." Ah well, Neomi. I tried. "Damien," Marcus said, his sharp eyes moving between us with obvious curiosity. "Who's your friend? You never waste time on outsiders at family events." Genevieve stepped forward, studying me with unconcealed disgust. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped against her clutch as she circled me like a predator. "I'm shocked," she purred, her voice syrupy sweet and completely fake. "Damien never talks to trash. So who is she? Your new charity project?"

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.

She stated, as Genevieve exploded in a fit of laughter. "Well, let me formally introduce myself to you. My name is Genevieve Noah of the Obsidian Pack, and my dad is one out of the two shareholders that owns this school. I'm sure you know what that means." She blurted, as fear darted in the lecturer's eyes. Genevieve's father was part of the owners of this school, and that meant she could humiliate me as much as she deemed fit, and no one was ever going to care, because they all feared her and were under her feet.