Phillip Graves Novels & Stories

[ZEKE] Jake Myers — 26 June 1995– 18 April 2024 Here lies a man who called this place home. That’s what the grave reads. Beside me, Camilla goes completely still. My own hands curl into fists. I force myself to look at her, watching as her lips tremble. She’s struggling to react. Vance waits with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixated on the tombstone. He watches it like he sees something deeper—the man himself, probably.

Lucian Graves was alive when we reached him. I want that in the record too, because a great many things were said in the following days by people who were not on that hillside, and because the eleven seconds have made me pedantic about facts. He was alive. He was conscious. He was, in the way of a man who has been an Alpha of anything, extremely angry about the position he had ended up in.

Alfred had gone and bought advertising space on the big screens in malls across the globe. He did all that just to celebrate the birthday of his 'late' daughter. The twisted part was that the Hawkins family had chosen the same day of all days to 'bury' me. There was Alfred, caught on camera, weeping uncontrollably over my coffin. Word on the street was that ever since Ruby and I were gone, he had not even had a drop to drink. The only thing keeping him alive was the nutritional shots John gave him, whether he liked it or not.

He only loved himself. He barely acknowledged Vivian's death and didn't even mention arranging a burial. He was too consumed with discovering where my body had gone. But I was already dead. Even if he found me, what difference would it make? He finally remembered the corpse Leo had carried that day. He sent messengers to inquire where I had been buried. While waiting for a response, he paced anxiously. Leo couldn't care less about Ryan's desperation. He deliberately prolonged his answer until Ryan was ready to confront him personally before finally sending a reply.

Philip glanced at Grace. “I think you will love Kara too,” he said. He squeezed his heels together and they started moving again, leaving Grace with a lot more to think about. The way Phillip spoke about his father’s death didn’t sound remorseful at all. She guessed that it would take a terrible person to garner such a reaction from a man that seemed compassionate. She wondered how Phillip turned out to be such a caring person if he was raised by a tyrant, and what role Geneva played in forming his character.

Harvey met Dalton at a cemetery in Essex. He came all the way here just to confirm one thing which was Philiph's grave. After he meets Sean's neighbor, Harvey waits for Dalton who only arrives ten minutes later. Harvey hoped that this time they would find results. “From what I heard, Philiph's two children still often come to Philiph's grave. If they come today, you can directly ask them questions," said Darlton. They were now walking towards Philiph's grave. They both seemed surprised that there was a beer and a peanut bun right on top of Philiph's grave. In addition, Philiph's grave also looks clean and it is different from the photo previously sent by Dalton.

He knew that, without a phone or a lawyer, Elara had pulled the final trigger. He let out a howl that was easily seen as lonely and broken. Even the human guards in the hallway stopped their pacing, their hair standing on one end. It wasn't a howl of an Alpha. It was the pain of a man realizing he was standing in a grave he’d spent eight years digging.

I, though heartbroken, was calmer; I was accustomed to death—but not to seeing Matt like that. The hospital was filled with cameras and journalists. We went straight to Philip’s room, where he lay almost unrecognizable due to the illness. —Everyone out! —I ordered the doctors, nurses, and bodyguards. Matt cried like a child in my arms. Hours later, as I handled the legal paperwork, the news officially announced the death of Philip Stone, CEO of K.O. Company. The news spread across the world… and reached Anais. At that moment, I didn’t know it, but what was coming would be a thousand times worse than anything else. Philip had died, and everything would finally come to light. At that moment, I

Kaylee “Philip… what the actual hell is this?” My voice cracked as I froze in the doorway. The smell hit me first—coppery blood and damp concrete, thick enough to make my stomach churn. My gaze landed on the man slumped against the wall. His head lolled forward, hair matted with dried blood, his shirt ripped and soaked through. He looked like he’d been chewed up and spit out by a truck. “Oh my God,” I whispered, my hand flying to my mouth. “Is he… Philip, is he dead? Tell me he’s not dead!”

I heard someone say. I pressed the device again and the ropes returned back. I wore my wig and yellow jacket . ( News report) Mr Philip was brutally murdered by an assassin but strangely his eyes were removed..We still can't ascertain what the assassin will gain from pulling off his eyes..The police are trying to get to the root of this matter. *Voice gradually fades*