Graham Greene Novels & Stories

"Your rights? You conspired to get me killed. How are you so justified for your actions?" "Whoa! What did you say you studied in college? I can see that you know the laws of the land like the back of your hands. Despite that, it seems you know little of my abilities, both within the country and beyond. I am Nathan Greene, and any sh*t goes how I want it." He grabbed her closer and whispered in her ears. "Even the mayor of New York can do no shit if I want to fuck him!" "That’s better, you asshole!"

I saw the look on my executive assistant's face, and the blood in my veins turned instantly to ice. Graham was a man forged in British intelligence, a stone wall of impeccable protocol and absolute discretion. He never interrupted a closed-door finalization. But right now, his face was completely drained of color. He wasn't looking at the executives. His eyes were locked onto me, carrying the catastrophic weight of a man delivering a death sentence. He didn't speak. He bypassed the entire length of the table, walking directly to my side. He held a sleek digital tablet in his hand. "Sir," Graham said, his voice dropping to a harsh, tight whisper meant only for me. "You need to see this."

The blade sank in with practiced precision, and I felt the slight resistance of muscle giving way. Now, blood flowed freely, a dark, heavy river pouring off his legs and staining the green grass at the edge of the driveway. Graham trembled so badly his heels drummed a frantic, irregular rhythm against the dirt, like some macabre percussion. The corporate king of Houston, the man who commanded boardrooms and bent politicians to his will, was completely broken. He'd been reduced to a weeping, bleeding mess on a gravel road, and the irony wasn't lost on me.

How could he keep failing at getting rid of a small fry like Liam? On top of that, he was even more irritated because Sunniva was also involved as well. Graham's expression was incredibly darkened. He stared at the TV while the news was playing on a loop and said icily, "Don't worry, Mr. Green. It's my fault for being careless, but it's not a big issue. I'll take care of it. I definitely won't get you implicated."

he says to the guard with his usual tone. "Sir! I am sorry, I can't open the gates for any of them! Order from the General sir!" he says standing at alert. Bellman stares at the guard for a few seconds, his head almost increasing in size and asks for his name. "Tony sir! Tony Woods sir!" "Hmmmm well Samuel, I guess you can run along and go tell the good general that a certain Tony woods is threatening to destroy the city by refusing to let in our source of survival."

"Can I get something to eat?" "As what? Your wife?" Janie retorted. She blinked an eyelid with a sneered. She sat on the couch opposite him. Her eyes fixed on the television. His temper was slowly running out of check. "I don't understand! Janie get me something to eat." "This is an headline news: Good day viewers and welcome to ABC news." A beautiful lady said, giving a report. " Daniel Graham, a multi billionaire and son of Mr Graham, special adviser to the president was shot today as he advanced towards the supermarket."

She raised it for a toast but hesitated, her expression suddenly turning stone-cold. "What assurance do I have that my brother will be safe after tomorrow?" she asked, the romantic haze evaporating instantly. In the city center, miles away from the quiet tavern, Graham the lawyer was sprinting through the vivid shadows of a narrow alley. Rain slicked his hair and darkened his expensive coat into a heavy shroud. Every splash of his boots echoed off the brick walls. He reached for a rusted metal door, but a flicker of movement across the street made his blood run cold.

It was the way he spoke my name, his lips trembling, that made us all stare at each other with wide eyes. There was something in his voice, some hidden emotion, like something terrible had happened. "Graham, are you okay?" I asked, faking concern in my voice. "I am really lonely tonight. Penny is still in a very weak condition, and my father has been admitted for regular BP checks because his blood pressure kept shooting up. And then there is Kaylee. I hate her presence. I need you right now," Graham said, explaining his miseries to me. The more he spoke, the more satisfied we all felt at his downfall. I wanted him to describe in detail what he was going through, because that would make Yuvo

Frederick glanced at him, somewhat admiring, and asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Cedric Graham," Cedric introduced himself solemnly, "I was once a general under the command of Lord Seiryu. He specifically tasked me with serving you, Mr. Lester, with full dedication." Frederick nodded nonchalantly, pondering over the name. Cedric Graham was the manager of the Golden Coast residential area. The name sounded somewhat similar to the manager in Prospera Corporation, Ivan Graham. However, in reality, the two were worlds apart – Cedric was a formidable tiger, while Ivan was nothing more than a rotten shrimp.

Doctor Grey yanked off the gun in the back pocket of the jeans he wore underneath his lab coat; he pointed the gun at Trevor and cocked it. "You'd prefer to die instead of telling me a piece of information?" Trevor winced and nodded. The vein in his neck popped, and the assault on him hadn't stopped. He wondered if he'd make it alive, seeing as he could barely breathe. "Well..." Doctor Grey's phone vibrated. His eyes stayed on Trevor as he plucked out the phone and he released his hand from the button Trevor wheezed. He wanted to hold his neck so bad, he wanted to yank off the collar around it, but he couldn't do anything. And at the moment, enduring the torture was all on his mind.