Will Graham Novels & Stories

"Grim Reaper..." Leroy looked stunned. I pointed to the same weird symbol in all three photos. "Look. It's on the dam platform, the mountain trail sign, even a rock from the quake site. Same exact mark. That's the Reaper's." His eyes went wide. "The helicopter I brought..." "Yeah. That too. Same mark." I exhaled. "He's after me now. Picked my wedding day to end it. That's why the car was marked.

“Like Zayn can be forced into doing anything. Don’t you think it would be stupid of them to come up with something like that?” “When you put it that way,” he drawled. “Mr. Graham is a formidable force even here in Hong Kong. From the little I know about him, he never does anything he isn’t interested in. Hell, it is hard to get an appointment to see him, so how could you have seduced him?” “It sounds like you are trying to convince yourself,” Rina couldn’t miss the tone in his voice.

Liam laughs, it’s throaty and so sexy. “Nah, she’s my bestie, mate.” That brings a look of interest to Graham’s face as his eyebrows wiggle. It makes me chuckle. “But she’s off limits.” I glance at Liam. Since when did I become off limits? Is he for real? Not that I want to jump Graham or anything but that isn’t the point. Is it? “Ignore him.” I say glaring at Liam.

“Thanks.” He turned to leave, but paused at the doorway. “Hey, Graham?” “What.” “When exactly did we go from you planning her exile… to picking out shirts for dinner?” I didn’t respond. He grinned wider. “I’m just saying, if this ends in a messy, forbidden, vampire-werewolf scandal? I hope it’s glorious. Like, tear-down-the-packhouse dramatic. I want to be there for it.” “Out,” I said again. But he was already walking off, laughing. “Enjoy your not-date! May it end in chaos and terrible decisions!”

His eyes, wide with a mixture of astonishment and something akin to disbelief, were fixed on me. “No. It can't be her!” “She was already dead!” When Graham saw me, he screamed and fell to the ground. Graham, compelled by what he saw, moved closer, edging his way through the applauding crowd for a clearer view. His approach was hesitant, almost reluctant, as if each step brought him closer to a truth he wasn’t sure he wanted to confront. But there was no mistaking the intrigue in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the transformation before him.

“Do you guys know who I am?” “I don’t care who you are,” yelled Graham, showing Chris no respect. His expression was bearish like he was ready for a fight anytime. “You b*stard, if you dare to touch our President Zea, I’ll break your leg.” For a moment, Chris was indeed frightened by Graham and his group. He smirked and pointed viciously at them, “Alright. You have guts. Just wait and see. And you, Winifred. You’ll never escape the palm of my hand.”

He chuckled while spilling my secrets. “Are you happy?” Graham turned to me. “Now she knows about your on unhealthy obsession with her, now she hats to know how you feel. Thank me for helping you for a job well-“ I didn’t let him finish and smacked his face with the satchel, he cursed and tumbled to the ground. “F***ng hell, you hit like a baby.” He chuckled and rose to his feet. “What is all that muscle for? Show?” He spat blood to the ground and turned to me with his muderous eyes.

“Ahhhhh!” Graham’s scream rent the air. “I swear I would tell you everything I know.” “Then you’d better start talking already,” I muttered, dangling his ring finger in front of him. “Or you’ll lose the pinkie next.” Graham sobbed and banged his head back against the wall hard enough to crack his skull. “Don’t even dare,” I warned him. “Would be a shame if I didn’t get to kill you myself.”

"Can I get something to eat?" "As what? Your wife?" Janie retorted. She blinked an eyelid with a sneered. She sat on the couch opposite him. Her eyes fixed on the television. His temper was slowly running out of check. "I don't understand! Janie get me something to eat." "This is an headline news: Good day viewers and welcome to ABC news." A beautiful lady said, giving a report. " Daniel Graham, a multi billionaire and son of Mr Graham, special adviser to the president was shot today as he advanced towards the supermarket."

“Yeah, let’s get to work!” ¢^¢^¢^¢^¢ Third Person POV Nicklaus’s home… “Good morning, Mr Statham!” Graham greets. He opens the car door as Nicklaus walks towards him.. Nicklaus simply acknowledge his greeting with a nod. He gets into the car and Graham closes the door before getting on the driver’s seat. “To the office, Mr Statham?” “Psychologist!” He simply said and Graham understand. He starts the car and drives out of the compound. *****