Dan Greene Novels & Stories

Most were harmless, many claiming to be married. Her fourth partner was someone she recognized; he was quite handsome for a blonde. It took her a few minutes of careful dancing to figure out who he was. He looked every bit the English knight, from his accent to his attire. Unlike the others, he didn’t need to count to keep time, which allowed him to engage her in conversation. "You look stunning, Lady Hera." His voice was smooth as silk. Her cheeks flushed. "Thanks, Mr. Grady." "Just call me Shawn. Your formality is hurting my feelings."

“I know this isn’t what you wanted, but… maybe it’s what you need. Things are going to be different now, maybe for the better.” My throat clenched. I tried to smile. “Thank you.” Behind her shoulder, I saw Nolan. His jaw ticked. He muttered something under his breath I couldn’t hear. Mira turned just enough to look at him, her expression shifting, subtle, just a flicker of something darker.

But he accidentally dropped the box. When the box flipped over on the floor and he picked it up, a letter fell out. Which he eventually gathered up. He read the letter. "Diana, I apologize for leaving without telling you. My little family and I will be living under new identities so that we can blend in with our new neighborhood. I hope you too will find your happiness in Pack Kyne with your husband. As my apology, I wanted to let you know that the truth is Darren loves you very much, he's loved you for a long time I can prove that.

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

But beneath the table my palm was curled tightly into a fist. “You are so great, Old man.” I forced every nerve to say those words. “Do you know what’s even greater?” He beamed while I gulped down my saliva. “Full moon is tonight. Tonight is going to be Green’s last.”

They might be thinking that I am now assuming the position of CEO. "Good morning, Mr. Salvatore," a woman greeted me, and if I'm not mistaken it was Lincoln's secretary. "Morning," I sparingly replied to her, I didn't even mention her name because I might get it wrong. I left the building and immediately went to the parking space. When I got in my car, I immediately turned on the engine and started driving back to the pack house. I was listening to pop-rock music while in the middle of the drive when I suddenly saw the Mystic Grill, I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva and I suddenly felt hungry so I quickly turned around and headed to Mystic Grill. I forgot to eat breakfast earlier because

A lot. “Leo, is this your pack?” The big guy’s cheeks flushed, and then his gaze darted to Gabe and then Odis. “Yes.” He was wearing a green, ripped sleeveless shirt and I could clearly make out the hickies along his neck. They almost matched mine, but I had a sneaking suspicion he might have more. “What a small world,” I murmured.

But the way Grayson looks at me strips down every wall I've put up instantly. When I walked outside, Grayson was leaning casually against the side of the greenhouse, holding the stem of a brilliant yellow flower. I narrow my eyes at him as I wander closer. "Good evening," he greets, holding the flower out that I can't identify toward me, which I assume is something native to the tropical climate here. Taking hold of it, I give him a soft smile of appreciation. Someone is trying a little hard. Grayson links around his arm around mine. "I wanted to talk to you."

he added. Dillon heaved a sigh, and in just a snap, he was gone in Drake’s sight. Unexpectedly, Emily looked at Drake. She faked her smile and waved her swab. “I’m still cleaning. Do you need anything?” Emily shouted; it echoed throughout the whole living room. Drake kept his expressionless face while walking toward Emily. Emily’s mouth parted a bit and thought. ‘Fuck, why does he look so fucking like a Greek God while walking? He looks dashing, including his dark aura,’ she thought.

He had thought that the person had made a mistake or simply cared about Greenwood Enterprises, but now he might be wrong. “What is impossible about it?” Grace smiled. “Let me introduce myself. I am GL, the one who owns twenty percent of the shares that has not been active for the past four years. And this is my daughter, Gina Greenwood. She just inherited thirty-five percent of the shares from her father, Daniel Greenwood.” The hall fell into pin-drop silence.