Graham Hancock Audiobook Novels & Stories

Graham asked him holding back his tightly clenched fist. " That moron came to be for help to get his girl, his love. Hahaha, what he thinks of himself is that after ruining my love life he can get his love. No, never so, I ruined it by drugging him " the moment he said that graham stood from his seat and motioned his guards to get the man who was not in his sense.

Beyond the porch, the forest shimmered in shades of gold and green, alive with the calls of birds and the faint hum of workers finishing the last repairs. “She’s not even crawling yet,” Graham said, though his eyes never left her. “You’re the one growing too fast.” I laughed softly and leaned my head against his shoulder. “You sound just like Hannah.” “She’s right,” he murmured. His arm wrapped around me, strong and sure. “I don’t ever want to miss a single moment.” Hope squealed, tiny fists waving in the air. Graham reached down and let her grab his finger. Her grip was small but fierce, and his entire face softened. For a man who had faced wars and betrayals, he melted faster than butter i

“And about this mess with Anthony, I’ll handle it. Isaac and Anthony both need to be held accountable in case of a mishap. Leave that to me.” I nodded again, though my chest still felt tight, like I was carrying the weight of something far too big for my shoulders. “I’ll see you later,” Graham said, tucking his phone away. With that, he turned and strode down the hall, his usual decisive stride eating up the ground beneath him. The silence that followed was deafening. I stood there for a long moment, just breathing. Then I bent, grabbed my bag, and slung it over my shoulder. My body ached with exhaustion, but my mind refused to slow down.

"If you tell him that I'm here, he'll tell me to leave." I pulled my hand away from her hold. "He is currently occupied and people aren't allowed to waltz in unexpectedly. I recommend you wait, at least." "Wait? What part of 'asap' didn't you understand?" "It's rude to intrude, Miss. Mr. Clarkson is a very busy man." She rolled her eyes at me. "Do you realise that you're being rude? Do you know who I am? If Micheal hears about-" "Hears about what?" Michael asked as he stepped out of his office with Mr. Muhara.

Jonathan shot back. “Alpha Jonathan?” Said a familiar male voice coming from the shadow regions behind the gate. Graham’s dark exterior came into view. He wore a dark suit with the same fire symbol stitched into the fabrics of the right side of his chest. His dark eyes had splashes of gold that practically glowed in the moonlight. “What do we have the honor of this visit?” He asked as he walked towards them. “I tried to tell him to leave but…” the guard tried to say but Graham threw his hand up to silence him.

“A girl at the bar orders an Angry Orchard, and I fetch it, wondering if this guy’s brain wiring shorted out mid-sentence. His idiosyncrasies flip even more randomly than Enrique’s. “So, little ho,” Graham raises his voice theatrically, then lowers it again, “give me all you got.” He grabs Mel’s arm. And then I see it — that Blackburn look. Her eyes zero in on his groin. What follows is a sound that will haunt Graham for years to come. “AAAAHHHHHGGGGG!!!!” His body jerks and twists like he’s auditioning for a bad street-dance video. Mel’s hand is clamped on his balls with terrifying precision, turning her wrist just so.

I said, looking at the pink ceiling of Annie's room there in the mansion and sighing heavily. “Oh, you look a little tired anyway. Did Hextec give you a lot of trouble yesterday?” he asked curiously. You could hear a spoon clinking in a cup as if he were drinking coffee. At what time it was now, he must have been on his tea break; he was so British it made me sigh on dreaming. “I might as well, Gid,” I replied with another sigh. "What is the point? Is everything okay over there? Did Graham do something?” he asked, knowing exactly the root of the problem.