Graham Hancock Audiobook Novels & Stories

In his hands, he held a shortened Heckler & Koch MP5, the barrel pointed directly at Julian’s chest. ​"The Architect," the man said, his voice distorted and metallic through the respirator. He spoke with a heavy, thick French accent. "The syndicate sends its regards, Mr. Vance. You should have left the ledger in the vault." ​The gunman tightened his finger on the trigger. ​Clara didn't think. She didn't analyze the load distribution or calculate the stress points. Her hand closed around the heavy, solid brass antique key she was still holding. ​With a wild, feral scream born of pure survival, she lunged upward from beneath Julian’s torso. She drove the jagged, metallic end of the brass key s

“Don’t look at me. You’ve always been a pain in my ass.” Gavin popped him lightly on the shoulder. To Hank, he said, “You read much?” The big man shrugged. “Some. I talk rough, but that’s just my way. I read, yeah.” Gavin grabbed the satchel sitting on the stool next to him, unzipped it and rummaged through its contents. “What do you read, Hank?” Hank smiled. “Favor Robert E. Howard an Dashall Hammit myself.”

Graham alighted from the car, he trekked through the deserted street, the thought of ending up in his warm bed made a lot of sense to him at the moment when nothing else does. The phone he took off the cab driver rang. Graham stopped midway, he stared intently at the phone wondering who was behind the phone. He cleared his throat and braced himself for the inevitable, the supposed hater. Then it came, the most shocking voice. “Is he dead?” Helena Dinkins!

I watched him closely, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, desperate for any shred of information, any clue about what was happening back home. "Really?" Graham said, a low, condescending chuckle escaping his throat. His eyes sparkled with malicious amusement. "Well... that was incredibly fast. I didn't expect him to mobilize quite so quickly." He paused, listening to the person on the other end, his eyes scanning my face as if he were enjoying a private show, savoring my fear and confusion. "Let him burn it down. Let him scream and threaten and make a fool of himself. It doesn't change a single thing. He's too late."

“There are people sleeping.” “No. I have work, remember?” Their big boss was indeed with them. On the same flight… he’s talking to him casually. Was he Graham’s brother? But~~now she’s thinking about it. Graham indeed looked like him and so did other directors who were possibly their relatives. “Just drink lightly,” Graham said. “Hannah,” “Yes, sir?” She asked. “Just call him, Gray… or Ham,” RJ said with a little laugh. “That’s not nice…”

I replied firmly, making sure the topic would not be brought up again. But I noticed Graham zoning out slightly as he watched my face. For a moment, I thought he was judging me. “And before you judge me,” I spoke out of guilt. He shook his hand to let me know that was not the case. “It’s just that I was thinking, you know, if I had a chance, I would have stolen Gina from Madeline. But I guess I have to live with the fact that my daughter is dead,” Graham confessed. This time, his voice carried genuine pain.

Graham replied coldly, “You are nothing more than a combat and fighting coach. Why are you talking so big? Although I, Graham Quinton, am not amongst the top and most influential families in Aurous Hill, I still have some abilities and power. I really do not believe that you will have the ability to block my daughter with just a single word!” “Graham Quinton?!” Hanson exclaimed and asked nervously, “You are Graham Quinton, the head of the Quinton family?!”

He forced himself to smile. "Hello, Hans. How are you?" asked Ann. "I'm fine. You can see by yourself. Just a little tired, I guess," said Hans Graham, massaging the forehead between his eyebrows. "I heard that you have confessed all your deeds. Is there anything you want to tell me directly?" asked Ann. She had heard of the deal between Hans Graham and Jake Carter. "Yes, I have told everything to the police. I'm sorry, Ann. I have done bad things to you and your father. I regret it. You don't deserve such suffering," said Hans Graham.

“It will only get stronger.” “Put your number in my phone under Hank, don’t put your last name or mate,” Juliet hands him her phone and he does it quickly. “I have to go, I’ll text you.” “I’ll be waiting,” Hank (Full broadcast) -Do not pursue. We need to re-group. Hank grabs shorts as he comes to meet with the other. “What the hell?” Oliver asks. “What are our injuries?” Hank ignores Oliver and asks Graham, his Beta. “We have multiple minor injuries, several major, and two dead,” Graham reports.

Grace was immersed in her work, that she did not realise how much time passed until she drew a cubical curtain and saw a furious looking Xan and Hank. “Oh, crap!" Grace muttered. Xan said nothing as he flung her over his shoulder and walked to the car with Hank in tow. “I got notes to do, so please put me down!” Grace snapped. “I would really shut up if I were you!" Hank warned. Xan flung her on the seat in the limousine and got in with Hank. When the door shut, Xan cupped Grace’s face and made her look at him. “ Do you have any idea what could have happened? You could have started a Gang war!” Xan shouted.