Will Grossman Novels & Stories

I’m already ahead of Prince Roger. Maisie’s hand, which was holding the wine glass, clenched slightly, but her expression showed no signs of turbulence. She then said regretfully, “Is that so? Then I really am late for the party. But I’m curious as to who has beaten me to the opportunity. Who has earned the spot to collaborate with you, Mr. David?” Wesley answered without any hesitation, “It’s Mr. Goldmann. He’s from Zlokova and an old friend of mine. I’ve agreed to get into a partnership with him.”

"Mr. Gutterman." "I'm delighted you could make it on such short notice," Gutterman said, his tone polite but guarded. They exchanged a firm handshake before Gutterman motioned for Max to follow him. Max trailed behind, his mind still grappling with the reason behind this unexpected meeting. He couldn't help but feel that something significant was at stake.

The man might have been charming, but he was also extremely arrogant. There goes my snack, John thought, as he shifted his attention to the CEO. “Mr. Silverman.” “Detective Grant, we meet again.” The CEO extended his hand. John shook it, wondering if this was the hand that had struck down the two women. But this thought fell away when he saw who was behind William Silverman: Rebecca Grey herself, with her curly hair tumbling down around her shoulders.

My blood turned into molten lava, but I knew that I had to think carefully about my next move. One of the men in the suits stepped toward me. He had slightly curly, dark blond hair and gray eyes, which reminded me of Kenneth's. Yep, I hated him already. The man bowed slightly and offered me a trained, emotionless smile. “Ms. Hayes, my name is Frank Gorman. You may not be aware of the recent changes, but the new CEO—”

None of it was new anymore. He nodded at Hugo, who turned back. Immediately, two men dressed in well-structured charcoal and grey suits stepped in. The aura surrounding them screamed bad news. Damien straightened and prepared himself for whatever was coming. “I am Andre Cortez, and this is my partner, Noah Feldman. We are representatives from GMGC,” the man in the charcoal suit said, stretching out his hand. Damien narrowed his eyes but accepted the handshake anyway. GMGC stands for Global Mining and Gem Council; the gemstone authority that approved his new releases. For them to visit him in person meant nothing good.

my father said, looking at me, almost daring me to say something. "Mr. Berlusconi, I've conducted thorough research. It turns out that she no longer has a fiancé. You actually returned the money to him two years ago," Bossman informed me, leaving me even more astonished. "Wait, he did research," I asked myself. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Gravano," my father said without taking his eyes off me. I turned to Bossman, not wanting to look at that prick, and noticed him calling Samuele over. Samuele handed him a file and walked away.

He had on a black coat, and his legs were slim and toned. It was Abelin. Holly hurriedly fastened her nightgown and smoothed out her hair. When she felt more presentable, she said, "Why are you here, Mr. Gabelman?" "I was visiting a client of mine." Holly was bewildered. "Here?" "Yes. I'm here to collect an ancient artifact," he said gently. Then, he pointed the revolver at the intruder's head and barked, "What's your name?" The intruder's hands shook slightly. Moving his cracked lips, he said with a thick accent, "Mason. Mason Newman."

“$80,000! Any one? Okay—.” . “$200,000 dollars.” A masculine voice spoke and suddenly the room fell in silence. My eyes looked around for who was it but my head snapped to the host who started to speak, “$200,000! Anyone? Anyone? Okay $200,000 one, two and three. Sold! Sold to mr James Russo.” My eyes widened in horror. James? James Russo?! Is it the same James Russo thatI know? Oh no! I was pulled up again by my forearm and dragged ruthlessly away from the spotlight and back to the backstage. I was shivering and I was sure I looked no less than a wet dog, shivering with tears rolling down her eyes, and wet face.

said Grayson. “Sometimes that’s just what people need. An escape. Did you ever have a threesome with that arsonist and yoga instructor?” asked Amber. She took another sip of her sparkling cider. Leo chuckled. “I can answer that. G-Man has never had a threesome. He’s rather vanilla.” Grayson huffed, “I don’t fucking tell you everything Leo. And it’s none of your fucking business.” “That’s a no then. Would you ever have a threesome Grayson?” pressed Amber, “two girls perhaps? Do those girls on screen turn you on?”

"Someone wants to meet you, Wilbur." "Who?" "He calls himself Grote." Grote was a hunky bloke who came up to Wilbur's bed and introduced himself. "Hello, Mister Penn. My name is Grote, and I'm the cultivator the Allied States sent to investigate the crimes of Greensource Corp. It's nice to meet you." "Grote?" Wilbur did not have a good feeling about Grote's words. After all, the elites from the seven countries had arrived in Cametra before Wilbur, and none of them had reached out to him on their own. Why now?