Phillip Graves Novels & Stories

Upon hearing the question, Mike glanced up at Natasha, seemingly seeking her response. He then remarked, "Well, theoretically speaking, yes. Because Mr. Grayson Senior's current physical condition is actually very poor." He then added, "If my guess is correct, Mr. Grayson Senior has recently undergone a heart failure rescue surgery, hasn't he? It's rather unusual to encounter this situation right after such a procedure…" His response was implicit rather than direct. In fact, the moment he touched Philip's body just now, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. He felt that Philip's current condition wasn't a result of a failed heart failure surgery but rather something intentionally c

The hard-looking man is disturbed by the noise of a car and he looks straight ahead to see a red Impala drive towards him. Mary? No, it’s not her. That’s just Philip. The red impala parks in front of him and the thin-looking man walks out of the car; “You brought back my equipment?”, he asks in a brassy voice and Philip shakes his head, “No”. “Where the hell is Mary?” he asks, “She’s not here Steve. Mary is dead” Philip says and the look on Steven’s face changes into a bewildered one. “Tell me this is some sick joke,” “It’s not,” “And the vampire?” “Needless to say, he probably made it”, Philip scratches his head and gets a bit of his grey hair between his fingers.

I could have lived, but because of that one phone call, I'd given up on survival. Maybe it was because I'd been a ghost for too long—my memory had started to fade. I couldn't really remember anymore why that call had made me lose the will to live. "My condolences," the doctor added. He started wheeling my body back into the morgue. Just then, Anthony lost control of his emotions. He grabbed my shoulders in a death grip. "Willow Shore, wake up! You're lying to me again, aren't you?" The doctor rushed forward to stop him, but Anthony shoved him away. He scooped my body up into his arms and completely broke down. Tears streamed down his face.

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo

She grabbed a nearby chair and joined them at the table, then handed over her phone, which they had just noticed she was holding. “—that the doctors at his family hospital confirmed the death of Mr. Philip Blackwood in the early hours of yesterday.” His son, Alexander blackwood—” “Oh, my god!”

Before us lay Phillip. He was on the ground, completely still, his lips pale like snow, and his skin had turned a frightening shade of bluish white. For a moment, my brain refused to understand what my eyes were seeing. Cynthia gasped beside me, and her grip on my arm tightened painfully. Our eyes widened in horror as the reality slowly sank in. Phillip was dead. “No…” Cynthia whispered weakly, her legs giving way beneath her. She staggered forward and almost collapsed near the police officers guarding the area.

Julian whispered, coming to a stop in front of three graves — two of which had headstones. I had never visited Ambrosia and Dimitri's resting place before so I was glad that I got the chance to now. Sliding off Julian's back, I ambled toward the graves. The third one was dug, a coffin suspended above waiting to be lowered. I swallowed thickly, the pain of losing loved ones capturing my body. Vampire feelings were heightened so I could only imagine what Phillip and Julian were going through.

"I—I don't know! Maybe he found it! Or stole it! He's changing the subject! What does this have to do with skipping work?" "What does this have to do with skipping work?" I smirked, yanked the projector cable, and plugged in my main phone. No signal. Didn't matter. Gallery still worked. I tapped the video I shot by the pickup. The screen lit up—wrecked truck, no plates. In the back—red paint, and half a burned headstone photo. Even scorched, my face was still there. Shocked whispers rippled through the room. "Oh my God, that's for a headstone?"

He repressed a shudder as he rushed down to his coach. Once home, he found Graham eating breakfast. His bruises had turned an ugly shade of black, and his arms moved stiffly as he buttered some toast. "How are you feeling?" Charles asked. "How's Phillip?" "Still alive, thank the Lord, but he is sobroken. Not just in body, but in spirit. He hasn't even woken yet except for once or twice to have a bit of water and broth. I'm worried, Charles. Phillip and I have been friends since we were boys. What if he doesn't" Graham dropped his toast on his plate and pushed it away, his appetite clearly gone.

Seeing the echo wait for her to follow it, Levy gritted her teeth and then stepped inside the graveyard, no sooner did she step inside, she could feel the small hair on the back of her neck stand up straight, she did not understand why they were here, was the soul hunter broken? She had a number of questions but none of these questions had any answers because an echo could never answer her questions, at most it can only guide her. So, Levy let the echo guide her as it headed to the end of the graveyard and then stopped in front of a rather old grave. If Levy was not looking at the grave, she would have never believed that she was actually seeing it—— the grave instead of having an angle had