Phillip Graves Novels & Stories

Philip continued, "If Gary married the girl from the Blau family, all the Blau family members would support him. Then, Gary would be able to take over Hagrid Corporation without any obstacles. Unfortunately..." At this point, Philip choked up as tears welled up in his eyes. Emma was worried Philip might recall some painful memories, so she hurriedly consoled him, saying, "Grandpa, if you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. Your health comes first." "If I don't say it now, I might never have the chance to say it in the future." Philip lifted his head, blinking, trying to hold back his tears. "Unfortunately, just when the Blau family and our family were discussing their marriage, Gary pass

"Nothing documented. Nothing that connects any of this to any official action before the moment of prosecution." "Understood," Dante said. Reeves stood. The lunch had been largely untouched, which was how the most significant lunches near the river always went, the food incidental to the conversation that mattered. At the edge of the table he paused. "Graves has been doing this for twelve years," he said. "He has survived everything the official apparatus has thrown at him because he built the apparatus to protect him." He looked at them both. "He has never encountered this." He gestured between them.

None of them could even bring themselves to speak as they aproached the double doors of the court room. Phillip had long since finished sighning his bogus confession as he saw it. He knew with all the evidence they had against him there was no way he was going to be able to fight his way out of this. At least he had a forsure way to live tho. As he thought about it he contemplated ripping up the confession would death really be worse than living as one of the filith he despised so much? He decided it was better to live another day than to die hopefully then he'd be able to get to the bottom of who was framing him. Phillip had been stuck in the interegation room for quite some time with only

"First transaction twenty nine years ago. Small. Consulting f*e on paper." "To whom?" "Company that dissolved eight months after." He turned the page. "But before it dissolved it made one payment to a private individual." He tapped the name. Ellison Graves. "Means nothing to me," I said. "Shouldn't yet. Graves was a legal consultant in Chicago and Vietnam, nineties. Specialized in — and this is his own description — regional asset acquisition and succession planning." Victor sat back. "Died 2003. Before he died he transferred his entire client portfolio to a single successor."

Her father and mother were also buried here, and it was strange when Camelia came looking for her name among the headstones decorated with fresh flowers that were changed every day. 'Camelia Shannon Philips' Born: March 8, 1996. Death: April 8, 2024. ***

Jose lay awake staring at the ceiling. He slipped out of bed and checked his phone in the bathroom. One message from an unknown number. A photo of Elias's grave at night, dirt freshly turned. Then another, right behind it. Camille's old number. I did what you were too weak to do. Jose's stomach dropped through the floor. He wanted to throw the phone. He wanted to crawl back into bed and fuck Camille again until his brain went quiet. He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain.

He had not returned in seven years. He did not return on the anniversary of his mother's death either. He could not investigate the disappearance of his sister. He had not found out the truth about what had happened back then. Many emotions flooded through Philip at this moment. After walking along the long stairs, Philip knelt in front of the tombstone in the mausoleum. On the tombstone, there was a picture of a smiling woman with eyes as gentle as autumn water and a smile as warm as the spring breeze.

Philip opened his eyes and the bright light coming from the ceiling is the first thing he sees. He adjusted to the light and when he finally did, he looked around, only realizing that he was still in his boxers. "Ah, Mister Edwards, I'm glad you're awake." A doctor said as he approached him. "I'm Doctor Clifford, I was the one who checked on your wife." The lad introduced himself to Philip before handing the lad what seems to be a coat. "How was she?" He asked as he placed the coat around his body.

I'm not sure how long ago it was when I first saw him, staring down at the oldest, crumbling gravestone in his black hooded cloak. He has completely captured my attention; I want to know more about the mysterious man behind all that darkness. Is he grieving like me? Maybe. It's the reason I've been coming to this God-forsaken cemetery over the last five months since Zack died. He was my best friend and he died saving someone else's life. A firefighter's duty, I'm supposed to believe. Everyone still tries to comfort me by saying he died doing what he loved but they don't understand. I no longer have my big brother to protect me, especially from myself.

I asked Philip while raising my eyebrow, the moment I reach the spot, Philip kissed my forehead. Mr. Vampire’s expression changed the moment he watched the woman he used to love got kissed by someone; he rolled his eyes in silence at the time. “There’s bad news” Philip sighed, his chest started rising and falling after that. I raised an eyebrow and talk to him with my eyes, demanding him to continue. “You know my friend that hired you a few days ago?” He asked. “Yes?” I replied, kept raising my eyebrow in a puzzle. “His wife found him dead in their house, poor guy” Philip took a deep inhale. “They’ll take care of his body but there’s no funeral” He explained.