Phillip Graves Novels & Stories

I narrated everything that happened between Phil and me, right from the time he saved me from the bully, Till this night. "You mean Senior Philip, the final year student of Pharmaceutical Science?", Chris asked, his eyes almost popping out of his eyes. "Yes. Is anything the problem", I asked, taking a spoonful of the jollof rice he bought. "He is a cultist. One of the most dreaded cultists", Chris deadpanned as my spoon fell, my mouth opened. I could feel my head spinning.

He had made a calculation about whether he could interrupt the submission before it completed — and he had either gotten the timing wrong or had decided the submission's completion did not change the operational calculus of what he was coming to do. Ren Graves. Twenty-six years old. An administrative position in his brother's pack that had never generated attention or documentation. Three years of running a faction that had engineered a bioweapon, authorized a threat against a five-year-old, and connected to the death of a Lycan lord eight years ago. He had come himself. Not operatives. Not hired personnel. Himself, alone, walking toward the east entrance of a locked facility at three in the

The remains buried in the mass grave behind The Abyss were finally identified and returned to their families. At my gravestone, Vivienne poured a glass of my favorite whiskey. Her voice trembled as she spoke to the earth. "Cassius... are you resting well over there?" Tears slipped down her cheeks as she choked out, "I'm so sorry. I was too late." A crybaby. How did I never realize she was such a crybaby? I stood behind her, trying to wrap my arms around her, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. As if she felt it, she murmured, "Cassius... for the rest of my life, you are the only one in my heart."

But suddenly Philippe realized that the man on his back had become a dead weight. Grayson seemed to notice it at the same time. “Capo,’ he cried hoarsely, his eyes misting over, “Capo, he is gone. Shah is gone, Boss.’ Philippe lowered the body of his close associate to the ground and saw that Grayson was right. There was a glassy, unseeing look on Shah’s face. He had passed to a realm beyond this one. *

His is only one of many, including Estephon’s. Philip was buried in Mexico in the village where Maria, Moon’s mother, grew up. A Catholic priest presided. Al burned in an airplane accident, and his body was buried at a private funeral that I wasn’t invited to. I have no idea how Moon pulled off a plane crash with the pilot and Al dead. I never asked. Maybe he has someone on the payroll inside the NTSB. Like the identity of undercover cops—it’s need to know and I’m good with that.

Upon arriving at the stately graveyard, Albert courteously held an umbrella over Melody, leading her through the solemn grounds. "This way." Their path wound along a narrow trail, opening into a broad, straight walkway of slate, leading to a beautifully carved white marble grave. Irises were blooming beside the tombstone, which bore an inscription, "In Loving Memory of Philip Scott, The Distinguished Eldest Son of the Scott Family's Thirteenth Generation." There was a monochrome photo of Philip from his university days, framed by delicate pink roses. His image, brimming with life and youthful vigor, seemed almost as if he were still present.

His is only one of many, including Estephon's. Philip was buried in Mexico in the village where Maria, Moon's mother, grew up. A Catholic priest presided. Al burned in an airplane accident, and his body was buried at a private funeral that I wasn't invited to. I have no idea how Moon pulled off a plane crash with the pilot and Al dead. I never asked. Maybe he has someone on the payroll inside the NTSB. Like the identity of undercover cops-it's need to know and I'm good with that.

I smirked at her. "Where the fuck did you get that from!" She hit her hand on the table aggressively. "You fucking twart." "Easy, Jamie. You are almost convincing me that you did that." I showed her the phone. "The lawyer who helped you manipulate things was found dead but before he did that, the original will of Doris' Dad was found. You know what that means when it leaks." "Shut up!!!!" Jamie screamed, standing up. Everyone snapped their attention to us. I was enjoying this show so much.

I said and left. The drive back should have been calm. It wasn’t. Everything clawed at my mind— Philip’s death. The chandelier. The threats. The lies piling like smoke. I turned the car around without thinking and drove to the cemetery. The cemetery was quiet when I walked in, hands in my pockets, the cold settling into my thoughts. I stopped in front of Philip’s grave, the cold wind tugging at my coat as if trying to push me back. “How are you doing, brother,” I murmured, staring down at the stone. “It’s been years. I didn’t even get to see you before I came back. Your death… it was the only thing that dragged me home.”

What kind of face would he make if he knew I was buried in the wall behind him? But I was just a spirit now, invisible and untouchable. All I could do was watch as he drove to the graveyard. Then, it hit me—today was Evan Austen's death anniversary. Evan had been an exceptional undercover cop and was Jayden's mentor. To Jayden, Evan was like a father in everything but blood. Still, I couldn't help wondering if Jayden was actually an idiot. Visiting Evan's grave right now was reckless. Their whole operation would collapse if Jayden slipped up and revealed his identity.