Dan Greene Novels & Stories

“Mr Moretti, I didn’t realise we had a meeting today.” Kenneth Greene looked up from his desk at the intrusion, but despite his words, the man didn’t seem surprised at Xander’s presence. “We don’t.” Xander narrowed his eyes on the man, his cool demeanour only sufficed to make the Mafia leader angrier. “Please, have a seat.” Greene motioned to the chair across from him and leaned back on his own, leisurely. “What are you playing at Greene?” Xander ignored his offer and instead slammed his hands down on the desk.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

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.

He said, “Uncle Sebastian has never been late for a meeting or any occasion unless something sudden happened. He always comes in time whenever it involves work for the family.” As they were walking down, Kyle who was in front of the group saw two cars parked alongside Grey’s new car, the Chevrolet Camaro that was from the year 1968. The two cars were Rolls Royce Phantom and about three guards around the place. “Look there are cars at the entrance-” “Let’s hurry up,” Grey said as he quickly went down the hill. “Oh fuck.” Kyle who was the person in front accidentally tripped on a large root that was sticking on the ground. He wasn’t bruised or anything, he was just feeling the pain on his knee

“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 am proud of you, son,” Douglas was saying. He swallowed his fourth glass of champagne. “Lurane will be the happiest woman tonight.” He patted my shoulder. We were alone now after he successfully introduced me to a dozen of his business partners. One of them was Noel Greer who I am pretty sure Douglas is not fond of. The tension between them, while he introduced him, was high. Noel Greer is the rival of every elite businessman. He went head to head with the highest bidders and trumped them more often than not. Luckily, our paths have never crossed. He had the classic, handsome sharp Grecian features. He left almost as soon as the introductions were over.

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."