Graham Greene Novels & Stories

A buzzing sound pulled him from his thoughts and he stared at the message, panic set in as he saw it. ‘Help me’ it was Elena, he grabbed his coat and ran downstairs, his assistant following closely. They got in the car and he looked up at the driver. “Take me to the grahams residence” the driver drove off immediately and his assistant understood what was going on “What do you want us to do Mr. Grey?” henry, his assistant asked. “During the banquet, announce that every single cooperation with the grahams would be withdrawn and the contracts terminated. The greys have no business with the grahams anymore”

"But surely you can see how this looks? A homeless woman suddenly living in luxury?" "I can see how it looks to people who've never had to choose between food and medicine," I shot back. "To people who've never slept in a car with a sick child. My situation may be unusual, but my love for my daughter is not." "What about Brett Graham? Are you using him?" another voice demanded. I turned to look at Brett, who was watching me with an expression I couldn’t read. "Mr. Graham is a businessman," I said. "He doesn't make deals that don't benefit him. Neither do I."

Graham’s Plan Unknown to Elise, Graham had sought advice before the car wash show. He had stepped out of the cottage to make a phone call, using his satellite phone. First, he called his cousin, Liam. “How do you seduce a woman?” That was the question. But his cousin wasn’t really the best at seduction. Liam said, “Honestly, I wasn’t that good at the seduction part. Are you forgetting that my wife was the one who proposed to me?”

Music played in the background, adding to the celebratory ambiance of the evening. Donovan stood before the gathered crowd, a smile playing on his lips as he raised his glass in a toast. "First and foremost, I give God thanks and secondly, I must thank my dear wife, Mrs Braide Donovan Garrett," he stated proudly, his voice warm with affection. "Your unwavering support, love, and belief in me have been my greatest source of strength. I am endlessly grateful for finding you." Boma's cheeks flushed with pride as Donovan's words washed over her, and she met his gaze with affectionate admiration. The crowd erupted into cheers, echoing Donovan's sentiments and celebrating the newfound victory.

Some ladies were practically drinking them with their eyes. "Hi Graham," Harriet greeted, and Charlotte noticed Graham nod at her. Then, Graham looked past Harriet and met Charlotte's eyes. Graham was Liam's cousin, the CEO of the Wright Diamond Corporation. His eyes shone at the sight of her, and he called, "Charlotte! What a surprise!" Heads snapped in her direction, and women gave her a dirty look. Charlotte saw the frown on Harriet's face, but she ignored the stares and walked through the crowd of reporters with confidence.

His eyes, wide with a mixture of astonishment and something akin to disbelief, were fixed on me. “No. It can't be her!” “She was already dead!” When Graham saw me, he screamed and fell to the ground. Graham, compelled by what he saw, moved closer, edging his way through the applauding crowd for a clearer view. His approach was hesitant, almost reluctant, as if each step brought him closer to a truth he wasn’t sure he wanted to confront. But there was no mistaking the intrigue in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the transformation before him.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

But before she could breathe, a familiar voice came behind them. “Mr. Graham. Lucia.” Lucia turned. Grandfather Graham stood by one of the center tables. Black three-piece suit, silver pocket square, the sharpest frown barely hidden beneath polite disapproval. His voice was even, but his eyes… they were thunderclouds. “You’ve certainly stirred the press this time,” he said. Ryan kept his tone smooth. “We’ll handle it.” Lucia nodded once. “Good evening, sir.” He barely nodded back. “I expect nothing less than absolute clarity tonight.”

No one but them were aware of the silent yet charged exchange between them. “Goodnight, guys,” a cool, pleasant voice said, heard only by a small group of people gathered together. Behind the voice was a young man with brown curly hair who was throwing a little wave at the small group. He was of average height and he had a face that was well admired by many, both male and female. At just twenty-five, Evan Greene was the CEO of Greene Solutions LLC, a company that specialized in renewable energy. Evan’s mesmerizing light brown eyes not only contributed to his good looks but it also made him the only person in the whole company with that kind of appearance.