Lee Grant Novels & Stories

“Unfortunately, we lost! All our people were no match for him.” After he said that, Hector looked as though he suddenly recalled something, and could not help but say to Lee, “Right, Master Neuman, isn’t Fane, a marshal? I heard that he proclaimed to have two billion bucks to his name during Old Man Taylor’s seventieth birthday party. He’s probably a marshal. But he claimed that he lost his medal. Why are you saying that he’s a King of War?” “Heh. It’s obvious that this punk is lying. He’s definitely not some run-of-the-mill assistant commander!”

Jackson shouts. “Hey what’s going on out here?” “Right now, grilling. After that, you’re joining the pack, remember?” Wyatt says. I smile, “Yes, I remember. Didn’t know it’s supposed to be a big celebration.” “It’s usually not, but you’re the Luna!” Amelia smiles. “My Luna.” Wyatt smiles at me. “It’s a cookout/pledge party.” Amelia says jumping up and down. “Alright let’s eat first and get to it?” I ask smiling, my stomach growling, not having ate since lunch at grandmas.

Haven pleaded seriously. "The child's name is Winnie Lee. He is the grandson that grandfather Lee loves because he is very beautiful and kind-hearted, very different from the nature of the other family members who are very greedy and arrogant." CEO Garrick continued. "Do you also want to know the life of the head of the Lee family, Brother Clark?" says CEO Garrick. "Grandpa Lee was a very generous person. Exactly 18 years ago, Grandpa Lee donated his largest sum of half a million dollars to the border for war victims on the border due to the attack of the Fire Nation."

But it was real. “Don’t screw this up,” Richard muttered with a tiny smirk before walking out. Jason laughed under his breath. “Classic Richard.” A few minutes later, Captain Grant and Leah’s father walked in, dressed in their ceremonial uniforms. They looked like old generals ready for battle but today, they were here for peace. Leah’s father stepped forward and gave Jason a firm handshake. “We’ve been through war,” he said. “But this? This is what we fought for. Make it count.”

Alpha Kyle asked with disbelief. Gean rolled down his sleeves to cover the blood stain and put on his watch. Then, he stared into Alpha Kyle's eyes and said, "If I told you that they didn't put up any fights and let me in voluntarily, would you believe it?" "You... Who are you?!" Alpha Kyle shouted in despair. His face was contorted in pain and fear. "My name is Gean Lee and I am Miss Lewyn's personal consultant. You, on the other hand, are a rapist and murderer."

He was far too busy fighting for his own rank to continue prowling around Brooke. "Kent has been stripped of his authority over the treasury uniforms. You can breathe easily now." Lucas Grant had arrived at the Pierce Compound to deliver the status report. He leaned against a stone pillar, watching Logan. "Why not just torch the entire contract? It would solve the headache permanently, wouldn't it?"

one of the elders snapped. “It’s a new era, old man. My game, my rules.” These were the elders who were loyal to Leo. They would rather die than join hands with me. And I would be so grateful to carry out their wish. “There are procedures to the Throne. Alpha Leonardo is still alive. And he is the authority,” Another stupid old man spoke.

“I’ll have files sent up. Board members, donors, current foundation programs, and public Grant connections.” “No private files,” Leah said quickly. His brow lifted. She flushed but held her ground. “If I’m questioned, I can’t look as if I know things I was never properly told. Too much information can be as dangerous as too little.” For the first time that morning, Daniel almost smiled. It was faint, brief, and gone before it became warmth, but Leah saw it. “You’re right,” he said. The admission caught her off guard. Men like Charles Grant did not admit when she was right. Customers at the shop rarely did either. They argued with the seamstress until the seam split, then blamed the stitch. D

Blake's POV John led me into the room in the basement and the moment we got in the room, he pushed me against the wall, he wasn't that much stronger than me but he got me by surprise. "Promise me Blake." he said, "I know what you're lik- I know what we're like so please promise me that my little sister won't become one of your conquests." I was at a loss for words which only served to infuriate him, "Pro-" his voice cracked a little, "Promise me man." he looked up at me, his eyes shown more emotions than I've ever seen on him before, "not my sister. I pushed his hand off my neck, "I promise man, chill." I said and smiled.

Zach Drey tilted his head and looked at his eternal rival with a broad smile. Steven Breece snorted in annoyance, but then he pulled the still-sleeping man up to sit upright. “Hurry up and explain it to me!” Steven urged. Zach, whose face still looked cheerful, said, “I … was given as a gift by General Reed to General Lee as a welcome back.” Steven’s eyes widened. “A gift? What does that mean?” Zach sighed softly. “I don’t know for sure. But … King Liam suggested that General Reed give one of his loyal soldiers to General Lee so that he would trust General Reed.”