Phillip Graves Novels & Stories

Grant’s POV I was in my room watching and listening to Phillip, he had left the house in his car. I watched the tracker and zoomed in where it stopped, why would he leave his car in such a rundown industrial area. It made me wonder if he figured out, he had been bugged, I turned on the listening device while I started to see what businesses were in the area where his car was left. The only place that stood out was a storage garage owned by someone called Paddy Maddy. Come on that was not a real name. I found a business with a Wi-Fi camera near the building and hacked into it. I spotted Phillip straight away walking into the building. I carried on watching and soon a man on a Harley rode past

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

"Andre, oh I missed you so much…you didn’t mention to us that you were back in town, how’s the residency going at Edenvale Gen?" "I know right it’s been so long…the residency is going well, I was thinking of just staying in the emergency unit, but I know my heart is with pathology. I’m actually here because I heard what happened to mom…I just wish I was there for her, and how are you doing?” "I'm fine Andre ‘sobbing’ I just hope she’s going to be okay...she can't leave me, leave us like this".

, "What is Mommy going to eat in there?" Harold's mood had not changed, he held his wife's gravestone throughout the funeral, his eyelids dripping with water incessantly. Phillip glanced at his sister, Lillian didn't shed a single tear, she didn't even really understand what was going on right now. Therefore, Phillip also held back tears, determined to prove his obstinacy to his father. He is a strong brother. ***

Even after everyone had paid their respects at my gravestone, I couldn’t find his figure among the crowd. As people began to disperse, only Troy and Mom remained at the gravestone. They shared one last glance before leaving. I sat idly in front of my gravestone, trying to appear strong. “Troy to choose such a nice photo. All those hours I spent editing it weren’t in vain, at least it’s serving a purpose now,” I said loudly, to no one in particular. Then my emotions suddenly burst forth like a dam breaking. The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably.

Alex said “Hold on. I thought your father died when you were seven!” Beth said “We all thought he did. I watched him die right in front of me but apparently, he survived and Phillip kept his existence a secret. Phillip locked him up like he was some kind of animal and he let him rot! He wasn’t there when I needed him because Phillip had him and when it was time to give him back to us, Phillip killed him in front of us and made us watch. At his funeral, Phillip showed up with Anna’s ex boyfriend and he killed him right at the funeral! He is doing all of this on purpose so we don’t heal from one tragedy before he strikes again. I know you might make understand but risking my life so Phillip ca

Both were a front for the real family business, the one Phillip refused to get his hands dirty for and the one Vic immersed herself in to escape the idiocy and inevitability of her life as the only daughter of an underground cleaning crew. Vic took a deep breath as she headed for the shower and rubbed the sore muscles at the peak of her shoulders trying to relieve weeks of building tension. Phillip Sr. had passed away unexpectedly at home. After her brother fussed over an autopsy, it was determined that his heart was just not strong enough for the lifestyle a man his age had been indulging in. Although Vic missed her father and had loved him very much, she always felt somewhat guilty for thi

Phillip lifted his gaze to meet Andrew's. "Mr. Clarke, a pleasure to meet you," he greeted. "Let's get to the point," Andrew replied. Phillip chuckled, lowered his eyes, and poured two cups of artisanal coffee. "Try it." "I'm not here for coffee," Andrew said. "Do you know why I came to find you?" Phillip asked. Andrew calmly looked at him. "All my people were stopped by you. I assume you know my identity. I am Maisie's grandfather," Phillip said.

people were here. Lewis looked around and deliberately walked away. Not long after Lewis left, a dark figure leaped over the wall and then stealthily entered the main hall. From the outline of the figure, it was a man. When the person walked into the light and his face was visible, it was Philip. Philip cautiously looked around before approaching the coffin and pushing it open. Just as he was about to check if it was grandma inside the coffin, Lewis stepped out from the side. "Philip, it's been a long time," Lewis said coldly, staring at Philip.

Clay POV Philip had the name pulled up before I’d even finished my coffee. “Marcus Webb,” he said, turning the laptop toward me. “Mid-level board member at Ashbourne Holdings. Eleven years on the board, perfect profile, zero footprint.” “Invisible men are usually the ones worth watching,” I muttered, clicking my teeth. Philip gave a dry laugh. “Funny you say that. Because he stopped being invisible three years ago, right after Leonard Ashbourne died.” He clicked through windows as he spoke. Bank records, shell company filings, timestamps.