Dan Greene Novels & Stories

But now, saying more was useless. “This is the segment.” Indya pulled up the video and moved it back so Chris had a clear view. “Look here. I think Mrs. Green was watching this man the whole time. We traced his identity—he’s one of the chairmen of the Drake Group, Drake Fisher. Do you recognize him?” Chris glanced once and confirmed he didn’t know Drake.

“Bleeding money London! Our numbers are down for the third straight quarter. I will not have this debate with you again. Thank God Zane is willing to take time out of his schedule to straighten this mess out!” Reaper bellowed in her ear, hanging up the phone before London could argue back. Reaper Wallant was thirty years her senior and treated her like an insolent child.

Dawn sneered in Clinton's face, sticking out her tongue and laughing maniacally. I didn't know what I was feeling right now because my emotions were jumbled together. So, she had him killed just because she was jealous of me? Who the hell does that? Yeah, I know. Dawn fucking Leonard. “How could you!” Alpha Kael yelled, appearing before Dawn and grabbing her by her hair. His grip on it was strong, and I could tell she was hurt, but she gnashed her teeth together, trying hard to suppress it. “Leave me the hell alone,” she yelled right back at him, trying to make him let go of her hair. But when he didn't, she grabbed his arm and bit him hard.

She stood next to me as I rang the bell, and soon the door was opened by a middle-aged woman. "Hello, can I help you?" "We are here for Mason De Luca." "I'm sorry, but Mr. De Luca won't be receiving any guests today." "Angie, who's at the door?" She opened the door wider. "Gravano! You made it, and you brought your girl with you." "Mason, yes, she's the one I told you about over the phone." "Come in; we can go to my study. Angie, please make sure Mrs. Alessia feels comfortable while Mr. Gravano and I talk," he said, looking around.

“If you have enough time for idle gossip in the middle of the day, I’m sure Mrs. McDonald would welcome your help peeling potatoes in the kitchens.” The smaller man who was sparring gives an exaggerated shudder. His accent is so thick I can only pick up the words “kill” and “dragon”, but there are a few titters in the crowd and Ethan grins. I get the impression that whoever Mrs. McDonald is, she’s not very popular.

I was confused. What he didn't understand was that the "us” he thought was a thing actually didn’t exist anymore. He hadn’t seen the legal documents I tucked into the lead driver's visor. documents I had personally signed. Elara Vance, CEO of Axiom, said the signature. I granted the Northern conglomerate total jurisdiction over this land. He didn't even know that in the eyes of the law, he was a mere trespasser. The law didn’t care if these were his ancestors' graves.

Genevieve sat across the salon, reading a magazine as she had her hair curled, and Nova squirmed in her seat as a manicurist tried to file her nails. "It must be so fun going to all your dad's parties, huh?" Kendra asked me, painting a second coat of color onto my nails. She wasn't much older than me, maybe twenty five, at the most. She was tall and stick thin and had caramel colored hair. "Sure," I said. "Very fun." "Your dad's running against Robert Killian, isn't he? And of course Garrett Greenwood." "Yes, he is." "Well, your dad's got my vote. He's a great mayor. Everyone knows Greenwood's never going to mayor this town, and that Killian guy is new to town, too, I hear. What does he know

I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

"Anyone without a partner?" I awkwardly raised my hand. "Oh... then maybe you can go with that handsome boy there?" I looked at where he's pointing. Carter Gray. Carter is one of the typical gamers. He likes to keep a low profile and stay at home all day. But I heard that when he does go to parties, he gets super drunk and does a lot of crazy things. He has sandy blonde hair with brown ends. His dark brown eyes looked at me and grinned. Well he's... something. I awkwardly walk up to him. He gives me a warm smile as I sat beside him.

'Ahh, yes, this is it, The dispatch rider for Gaby Pizza lives at Gregory Crescent with his Mum' She returned the file to her bag, tightened her seatbelt, and zoomed off to Gregory Crescent.