Graham Greene Novels & Stories

“Warriors, I hope we haven’t been lagging off in my absence?” “No, Alpha,” everyone said in unison, a symphony of heavy masculine voices. “We will see,” Asher said. “Graham, Reed…anything we need to worry about?” I wasn’t sure, but I noticed his eyes narrow at the leader of the warrior for a second. “No Alpha,” Graham shook his head. He was a hefty guy with slick blonde hair, tattoos and piercings and gave off really evil vibes. “Just a few rogues here and there. Nothing out of the ordinary,” he added.

These people might be the best staff in the world and I am grateful for that, I won’t be starting with antagonism at the very least. “I am Raees Graham and I am your new CEO.” I start and the applause starts all over again, I blink back the stinging in my eyes and smile so brightly. “I don’t have many words to say but I do know that I can’t be my very capable father and predecessor, Jacob Graham, but what I know I can be is a good boss to you all, and I promise to be just that. To taking FG through the skies in every part of the world, I am Raees Graham and that’s my pledge.”

"Anyone without a partner?" I awkwardly raised my hand. "Oh... then maybe you can go with that handsome boy there?" I looked at where he's pointing. Carter Gray. Carter is one of the typical gamers. He likes to keep a low profile and stay at home all day. But I heard that when he does go to parties, he gets super drunk and does a lot of crazy things. He has sandy blonde hair with brown ends. His dark brown eyes looked at me and grinned. Well he's... something. I awkwardly walk up to him. He gives me a warm smile as I sat beside him.

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?"

she said quietly in an almost conspiratorial whisper that bordered on being intimate. I nodded duly and replied, "Thanks, Allyson." Then I followed her down into the conference room or rather moved with echoed footsteps in hollow silence on a stretch to where large glass doors were looming ahead. I could see Mr. Graham was sitting at the long table inside, his posture straight, while his fingers tapped rhythmically on the surface. If he misused his tricks there and pressed further, it was not the end of this drama for me. He looked at me as I stepped into the room, his sharp gaze narrowing at me a bit before he stood up. "Lena," he said, his voice as smooth and calculated as always. "I appre

As we had expected, only I was allowed to meet Greene so Henry had to wait behind as I walked into the receiving room. Greene stood there in all his ridiculous glory with his hands rudely stuffed in his pocket. “Kylan Greene.” I greeted with a fake smile that took tremendous effort to hold up. This snake was mostly likely responsible for killing Aubrey and every part of me wanted to extend a clawed hand and rip his beating heart straight out of his chest. But I could not do that because then Hwan would be in danger. “Chase Grey,” He smiled slyly. “To what do I owe this lovely visit? I believe this is your first time in Lunagrove.”

I answered back. "It was so easy to pass Harvard, Dylan." Gerald spoke. I did not reply, of course, they have a mind of a genius. I have a mind of an artist, and it's just totally different—and the Hearst, my family, they do not care about artists like me, they only care about Science.

Graham is enjoying watching me struggle through the pain, not that I’m making a spectacle of myself, but I have to admit no amount of forced poison training can ever prepare you for being poisoned from the outside and the inside at the same time. “You are looking a little pale there, Liam.” Graham finally says. I find the strength to roll my eyes. “Fuck off,” I force out, and he grins. “Nah” he shakes his head. “I’d rather not.” I grimace as he pats me on the back roughly and a growl rumbles through my chest, which just seems to please Graham even more.

I pulled out my own phone and looked it up, reading the article, it said: “This reporter learns that Matthew Greene, CEO of Greene Designs paid off the photographer of the scandalous Charlotte Mercury photo by means of a sexual favor the very night it was taken.” I put my hand over my mouth and began breathing harder and harder as I continued reading, “Natalie Freeman reports that Matthew Greene told her that he would “do anything she wanted” that night for the photo. Is Matthew cheating on his mystery woman with Charlotte Mercury and trying to cover it up? Or is he dating the fellow designer and cheating on her with a nobody so that he won’t get caught? Who is Matthew’s real girlfriend? And

“Ms. Greene hasn't said anything yet. I bet she just wants to let the damage be done. It already affected Mr. Smith's election.” Adrian smiled. Genuinely. He breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back. “I guess you're right. This really made me happy.” Gavin looked back briefly, “But that isn't what I want to tell you.” Adrian leaned forward, “What could possibly be better than this?” Gavin didn't respond immediately, letting the suspense stretch as he drove into the company's gate and came to a halt. “The truck driver from the accident 10 years ago is not dead.”