Dan Greene Novels & Stories

'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.

Ford smiles and nods. "It seems like it's been a day of revealing a lot and it's also good. I know somethings better now. Like someone I used to take for a best friend. She was really despicable and still had the nerve to not look embarrassed or ashamed when she was basically caught plotting behind her still alive husband's back. You said James Greene is in this hospital right? "Yes he is. In the floor right below." "I would love to meet him when he wakes up. Could you arrange that for me?"

I remarked. "That is not all. The real question is, who is Dane?" The picture was replaced with a dark silhouette figure with a big red question mark. There was no doubt in my mind about Kale being the one who put the entire video presentation together. "Dane lives a double life, while presenting an image of a humble wealthy man to the world, in the other he is a brutal drug lord who runs the New York Mafia organisation and in the crime world, he is known as Dane Grayson"

She blinked against the brightness, her eyes struggling after days in the dark. A group of men stood in a semi-circle. At the center was a tall, broad-shouldered man with weathered skin, gray-flecked hair tied back, and a wide grin that didn’t reach his sharp, calculating eyes. His coat was leather, his boots polished, and his presence commanded the attention of everyone around him. “So you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about,” he said, voice gravelly with a hint of amusement. Serena glared at him, straightening as much as her weakened body allowed.

We discussed the shoot for a bit and finally Lynda cleared her throat. “Enjoy your time off. I’ll see all of you back here on Friday,” she said. We stood up and headed out of the boardroom, walking toward the elevators. “Where are you headed, Jericho?” Joshua Green was thirty-three, six foot and one hundred and ninety pounds, an easy smile and a born soldier. “We never see you anymore.” “Home. A week of peace and quiet,” I answered him. I was the only member of the team that didn’t live in the city permanently. I had chosen Epworth because it was small and quiet.

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

His eyes narrowed for just a second before he finally answered, “I’m sorry, Ms. Greene, but I don’t think my company and yours would be simpatico.” “I have to disagree,” his eyebrows shot up and he had an amused smirk when he heard me, obviously thinking I would simply thank him for his time and we would both move on with our lives. “My father is Matthew Greene. I’m sure you’re familiar with him, yes?” I tilted my head an inch. “I have heard of him, yes.” “So you understand that I have a strong background in the high-end side of fashion, along with my knowledge of ready-to-wear.”

He mused jokingly at the receiving end before the call ended on a beeping tone. Richard Grey, a billionaire and the CEO of GREYSONS COMPANY LTD, a manufacturing company in New York. Additionally, a best friend and business partner to Mr. Jones Asher. As Mr. Jones stood upright in front of a mini bar at the left corner of his rusty bungalow, his face was embraced by anger. He took a glass cup and a bottle of French wine, poured some into the cup, took a sip, and let out his deep thoughts into the empty air.

“Oh, you’re joking, right?” Damian said, “We did mention he owns a company, right?” I frowned and said, “You three so owe me.” We all walked out the front door and Drake said, “Bye sweet stuff. Love you.” He shut the door before we could say anything back. Someone stepped out of the limo, and they were like 6'5. When we got over there, I realized it was Grey. He looked way better in person, and he towered over my 5'6 body.

Brian asked. "Yes." I said trying to sound as happy as he was even though inside I was dying. After a few hours or so of me changing in and out of dresses I had finally found the one that hugged my body the way I liked it. It was a purple one strap dress that showed off my small figure with a big diamond flower in the center of it which was almost like a buckle. So I loved how the dres felt on my body. and how it felt when I touched it. Brian smiled then he came closer to me. "This is the one sweetie. Let's get your jewlery out shall we?" He lead me to the bathroom and picked out a variety of choices of necklaces for me to wear as well as bracelets and earrings. I picked out what would match