Graham Greene Novels & Stories

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.

“No thanks Lucinda, just work on keeping up with the appointments for me. There aren’t that many who come through here.” “Come with me Ms. Graham.” Officer Cummings guided me down a hall deeper into the police station. The noise level was extremely high, the odor was foul, and I was almost starting to feel like I was the criminal; however, the view in front of me was keeping me distracted. Officer Cummings was suave in his charcoal grey Newnan style suit pants by Valentino. He complimented the suit with a baby pink button down that had been rolled up at the sleeves. His hair cut appeared fresh, and his stride was strong. There had to be way more to his income and persona than just CPD and I

Elise suggested. “I—Um—what are you talking about?” Graham reacted. “Me, rich? I’m not rich, I just… do well for myself!” ‘I—um.” He frowned, thinking. “I work for—um—the military. Yeah, that’s it. That’s why I was sent here.” He gulped and added, “But not rich. Just okay.” Elise did not yet know his last name, but even then, Graham was hoping that, since Flareholm was remote, she would not necessarily know about the Wrights.

“Huh? Well, to be honest, I haven't seen Gael since yesterday.” I took a glance at Mr. Graham, who seemed to be staring at the both of us with a confused glance. “Mr Graham, leave us.” “Huh? You mean I should leave my office?” I arched my brow at him. “Do you perhaps have a problem with your hearing?” “Not at all, Mr. Drake. I'm leaving now. Do call me if you are done speaking with Greg,” with that, he hurried out of the office. I took my gaze back at Greg with my arms folded to my chest.

The fact that Charlotte was going to betray him didn’t pinch enough as the fact that she was getting herself played by that old geezer too. “Thank you Mr Kite.” Graham got up on her feet. He handed a few dollar notes to the other man and rushed out of the room. He knew he could lose his lungs if he stayed another hour in an enclosed space with Mr Kite. The dude needs to take his hygiene seriously! He thought inwardly. He made it out of the alley and walked into a busy street. He turned a corner and walked into a street chicken kiosk. He bought himself a huge lap of chicken and started eating it hungrily.

' Hugo gestured at Graham to continue. "You don't know when to quit." Graham sneered quietly and leaned forward, putting on his most ingratiating smile. "Ms. Stanton, it's me, Graham Golden. I hope I'm not interrupting. I just want to confirm if we're—" Ivana interrupted right away, "We're what? We're nothing. I don't even know who you are! Graham, who?" The whole room heard Ivana, and the air froze solid. Hugo's men looked at Graham. Graham was stunned. His eyes were the size of saucers, and his face spelled disbelief.

He’s the youngest among the men with tousled blonde hair and an impish gleam. “You’re too excited, Trent,” another one of them grumbles. He’s Gerald Greene, a Texan thug who was one of Salvez’s men before he was betrayed. Calm and collected, his long black hair is tied into a bun. There’s a scar above his left eye and he’s got smooth dark skin. “Enough chit chat!” the fourth man named Parker snaps. He’s in his late twenties with short black hair and a freckled face. A known thief, he was arrested when he tried to steal from a government employee’s house.

I stand around like a spare part. “This is Tate.” Liam says introducing me. The big fella’s hand swallows mine. “Pleased to meet you, Tate. Graham. I play offence.” He says, his teeth are so pearly white they’re dazzling. “Nice to meet you.” I say. Liam reaches for two beers from the counter. I shake my head because I’m driving. “You with Liam then? He’s kept you a little secret hasn’t he.” Liam laughs, it’s throaty and so sexy.

I glanced at Alessia and saw her nod in agreement. "It looks like the two of you are used to living in luxury. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, sweethearts, but Blake Griffin can't afford a five-star hotel," I said coldly, making sure only they could hear. "That's not what we meant!" Alessia snapped at me. I ignored her and walked toward the reception area, with them following. The girl behind the desk looked young and beautiful, her eyes sizing me up like I was some kind of prize. "How can I help you, sir?"

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.