Dan Greene Novels & Stories

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

He staggered backwards and crouched to the floor as his ears rang. Then he turned towards the familiar voice. "You almost killed me, Greg!" "I didn't mean that," Greg said. A man in his mid-fifties. He had greying hair and dark eyes. He was of average height and he donned a white lab coat that was reaching his knees and under it, he wore blue jeans and a plaid short-sleeved blue shirt. Greg, also known as Dr. Greg, the latter was the term he was often referred to as. He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas.

you lost your right to do that when you weren't waking up from your long slumber. "Not my fault, I was dreaming about—" "All the hot male Hollywood celebrities naked? Even the gay ones?" "It's not too late to change Jonathan Groff's sexuality." "Yes it is, he'll forever be gay, you should be marked as a gay conversion humanoid." "Pfft." She spits and we're running downstairs like Jonathan Groff is waiting for us. When we're almost halfway there I adjust myself and I walk down the stairs casually, Rene follows suit. Nice to see that some things never change. I see Nathan get out of his car and I nudge Rene's hand to tell her that he's the one. She looks at him and she goes. "Damn, that guy i

She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy. "You're that guy. Anthony Reeves—the Yankee?," she asked but was answered with silence. She sighed and leaned back. "You... haven't shown up at the graduation ceremony, have you?" Anthony looked at her and frowned. "Yeah! Yeah. What a sad story...blah blah," he replied sarcastically as he lay on his back at the other end of the couch, putting some distance between them. "I didn't mean it like...that," Iktanne gasped as she stared at him, wide-eyed.

Annie said. "Go on then." Mia rebuked. "Ah so, hello, my name is Grey. I'm still sorry for that–" Mia just sneered at Grey when he tried to talk to her. "Haha, She really hates me now." Grey murmured. "I'll continue then, my name is Alice Fenner, my dad is one of the directors of Lilac grounds." Alice proudly said. "Really? That's cool." Alex said. "Well, haha everyone of us here are involve with the Lilac group." Alice said.

“However, I believe you still owe all of us an apology for toying with our expectations, even unintentionally! So – what are you going to do to make it up to us, Lady owner?” Madam Dro appeared to consider this outburst for a moment, one hand of hers resting thoughtfully upon her chin, fingers tapping against it lightly. Then, a wicked grin spread across her pretty face. It sent a shiver jolting directly from my skull down to my tailbone, and she wasn’t even looking at us. “A fine point, Lord Guren” she said in a manner that made me think of a spider in the midst of her web, plucking at her strings. “A fine point indeed. Well then, I’ll tell you all what.”

I was really grateful they understood me. * * * * I was on my way back home when a flashy car pulled up beside me. The driver, a man, rolled down his window and called out to me. I froze as I recognized him as a former billionaire client I had made deals with before Griffin Groups bankruptcy. What's that his name again? Uh.... Gregory Greene. He's the CEO of Greene's Inc. "My, my, my, if it isn't Laura," he smiled, waving me in. "Hop on in. I'll offer you a ride."

"Your rights? You conspired to get me killed. How are you so justified for your actions?" "Whoa! What did you say you studied in college? I can see that you know the laws of the land like the back of your hands. Despite that, it seems you know little of my abilities, both within the country and beyond. I am Nathan Greene, and any sh*t goes how I want it." He grabbed her closer and whispered in her ears. "Even the mayor of New York can do no shit if I want to fuck him!" "That’s better, you asshole!"

he says to the guard with his usual tone. "Sir! I am sorry, I can't open the gates for any of them! Order from the General sir!" he says standing at alert. Bellman stares at the guard for a few seconds, his head almost increasing in size and asks for his name. "Tony sir! Tony Woods sir!" "Hmmmm well Samuel, I guess you can run along and go tell the good general that a certain Tony woods is threatening to destroy the city by refusing to let in our source of survival."

Hermes “Grande,” Mr. Greene, one of Apex’s senior board members, and the cunniest of them, sets his glass down on my table. “Quite the gala you’ve put together tonight.” I force a smile. “It’s Apex’s gala, Mr. Greene. I just signed the checks.” He chuckles dryly, swirling his wine. “Still, you’ve managed to silence a few doubters. At least about the aftereffect of our… small problem., but you know it takes more than chandeliers and Bordeaux to earn trust.”