Graham Greene Novels & Stories

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

"He's Graham Bayer. He's Arya's older brother, quite the busy person. He took time out of his busy schedule today to come back to the country, so we mustn't let him off easily!" "Alright!" Toph slapped the table. "If we don't get him drunk today, I'll reverse my name!" "No, no, don't..." Graham quickly waved his hand. "That won't work! I have to catch an evening flight back. I have a lot of work to do!" "Don't be a killjoy!" "I really can't." Graham smiled. He did not have Zuko's muscular lines, nor Toph's carefree manner. He was somewhere in between, radiating an air of elegance mixed with sharpness. One look at him, and one could tell that he was an excellent businessman.

Nathan and I have been ultimately capable of breathe a sigh of relief after Richard Greene's arrest. The media had a area day, splashing his name across headlines and broadcasting his fall from grace. Lexington Enterprises' stock started out to stabilize, and a experience of normalcy began to go back. However, our peace became quick-lived as the shadows of the beyond commenced to creep lower back into our lives.

He trailed off, his message clear. Greogry raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk crossing his lips. “Oh, no need to worry, Jerome. I was just asking how Katie was holding up, that’s all.” Jerome scoffed, a shadow of irritation flashing in his eyes. “You miss your old girlfriend, Greogry?” he quipped with a teasing grin. “That’s a pretty poor excuse to poke around.” Greogry rolled his eyes, feigning disgust. “That’s absurd, Jerome. Katie was never more than a friend.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

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."

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.”

Natalie had chosen me, and I wasn’t in the habit of apologizing for what belonged to me. “Lord Balshov,” Carson said, extending a hand. I took it without hesitation. “Thank you for allowing us to use your grounds. I know this isn’t your problem.” I gave a curt nod. “It’s okay.” Grant followed with his own greeting and a quiet word of thanks. I nodded to him too—his loyalty to his Alpha and mate had earned my respect, even if his methods were blunt. Then I turned to Graham. He looked like he’d been through a blender. One eye swollen shut. Lip split. Blood dried along the collar of his shirt. Grant had done a fine job. Efficient. Thorough.

"Did you really think I would come here unprepared?" Greg spoke as if he felt no pain. His pale hand was holding a black handgun, aiming right at Tyrone. Tyrone didn't even blink. His condescending gaze looked down on Greg. Suddenly, he let out a cold laugh as he moved like a bolt of lightning. Heather was so anxious that her heart leaped into her throat! Before she could grasp what was happening, the gun was in Tyrone's hands. He lowered his arm, the black muzzle now pressed against Greg's injured knee!

"So, do you have a strategy for dealing with her?" "I’m figuring something out." "I’ll keep an eye out for other options." "I don’t think that’s needed." Thomas brushed off a leaf that had landed on his arm. "Her friend called her Smith, and the sword she had was beautifully decorated with Celtic designs." He saved the best detail for last. "There were bits of amber in the hilt." Now serious, Gelo set the bread down and asked, "Do you think Grinna knows her?" Thomas nodded. "It was her friend who confirmed that and the truth about her character."

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”