Graham Greene Novels & Stories

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.

Her gestures were very sincere. The bank presidents enjoyed such top-notch treatment and could not simply remain silent, so they finally revealed that the person who was targeting her had the last name 'Graham'. "President Raines, there's only one powerful Graham I know, and that's the Graham family of South Lake." Sharon turned to the side and whispered in Sydney's ear. Sydney clenched the wine glass in her hand, her bright face icy cold. "It's Macy Graham." She had no conflicts with the Graham family.

“I saw you two came in together, so it’s not a surprise.” “Oh- that’s a relief then.” I answered. “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure, fire down.” “What’s Mr. Greene like?” Her brow tugged up at me, she searched her bag and brought out a pack of salad. She opened and fetched a considerate amount which she chewed on while looking at me. When she swallowed she dabbed her lips and Leaned forward. “Well, Mr. Greene.” She emphasized his surname. “- is focused, disciplined and doesn’t like excuses, in all he’s a perfectionist.”

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.

The staff there had mixed opinions on my being there, so I made sure to look stern and controlling as a Luna should. Color had returned to Graham’s face, telling me he’d been eating regular the past three days. Before we began treatment it was clear he’d been fasting, but it wasn’t clear whether it was by choice or a side-effect of his affliction. “You look good, Graham,” I said as I approached his cell. “Did you sleep?” “Yes, Luna, thank you. I feel good.” His smile came easier and looked more at home on his face, even obscured by his ruddy beard. There was a clarity in his eyes and steadiness when he met my gaze, though in the depths of I could see something lurking. Was it guilt?

SELENA'S POV The dining room fell into complete silence. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Mr. Greystone stood at the entrance, chest heaving with every breath, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Alexander with a hatred so raw it was almost physical. "You murderer!" His voice shook the entire room. "First you took Grace away from me, now you want to take Vanessa too?"

“Is this about that former assistant of yours?” Tony's ears pricked when he heard that. He stood up from his seat and rushed towards the window where Graham was standing. “G, do you know something?” He asked eagerly. Graham Thompson was in the military and he had just become a lieutenant colonel at the age of twenty-seven. He was from a family of military officers so he rose in ranks quickly. But he was deserving since he worked very hard. Aaron frowned, he had asked Graham for help. But even with his military influence, he wasn’t able to find Tessa.

“You’re sharper than half the men I deal with, Leona. I’ll give you that. Consider the deal signed.” Leona’s lips tugged faintly upward. “I’ll hold you to that.” They shook hands again, sealing it. Graham soon excused himself, his assistant rushing up with a phone in hand. With a polite nod, he left the course, his cart disappearing down the path. Leona stood still for a moment, her club resting lightly in her hands, the breeze tugging at her ponytail. Then she felt it, the weight of someone’s eyes. She turned her head, and there he was.