Aubrey Griffin Novels & Stories

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

He couldn't even try to deny how very present she was, the person he'd come to count on, though never wanted to. Meanwhile, on the other side of the Atlantic, Sabrina Auburn was rocking the fashion world. Sabrina Ultra had become a household name in Paris and had spread rapidly to the United States. The brand was said to be a beacon of modern luxury, sophistication combined with bold and innovative designs. Sabrina herself became a celebrity in her own right, a woman admired not just for her talent but also for her resilience and grace.

She asked. That bully? Geez, I knew it. He's really a disaster. "He called me. So I went there and sat down," I answered while still trying to get my headphone. "And not just that, we even saw you holding each other's hands!" Aubrey intervened. I can distinguish who Audrey and who Aubrey is because they have differences in appearance. Aubrey has big boobs and beautiful hair like a newly rebonded one. The other is Audrey, flat chested and with curly hair. If I were to compare the two, Audrey is better. I don't know why.

The door opened to reveal a younger version of me, a female version of me. “Denise!” I shouted standing up. She looked up at me, her face lighting up with a smile. “Damien!” She came inside, looking every bit the part of a confident, accomplished woman. Her auburn hair was tied back in a neat bun, and her tailored coat gave her an air of sophistication. I walked close to her and pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground for a moment. She laughed, the sound warm and familiar.

Mr Lee said and went outside to make an urgent call. Nicki moved her mouth to Alexis ear and whispered, " what is StarForce?" she asked and he smiled before whispering back to her. " it is a modeling company, and we are having an Ad there tomorrow" Alexis said and she nodded even though she has a bad feeling about it. " they are really get along" xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded.

All four of these women are impossibly gorgeous, and I’m feeling a little self-conscious as I stand across from them with tangly, windblown hair, dressed in borrowed clothes that don’t fit quite right. “Sorry for barging in like this, we’re just so excited you’re here!” the little curly-haired one chirps enthusiastically. She must be able to read the confusion on my face because she quickly goes on to elaborate. “You met our mates this morning. I’m Astrid, and this is Quinn, Brooke, and Fallon,” she says, pointing to each of the other girls as she names them off. “Nice to meet you all,” I breathe, smoothing my hair with a hand and stepping closer. “Are you part of Reid’s pack, or…”

But who was Tiarin, and what did the word ‘mate’ mean? When I returned home from my search, I felt like I had gained no knowledge from my search, so I started pouring more of myself into my pack and family. I have married Kristina, and she has given me three beautiful children. They all possess the wolf gene since Kristina, and I are both wolves, but it is my eldest son, Sergei, who is worrying me. The twin beasts seem to dwell within him, too. After this entry, Dmitry gave up on writing in the journals, but it left me with so many questions! For instance, who the hell is Xamnir? Do we not worship the Moon Goddess Tiarin????

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

mother rolled her and sighed. The door creaked open and a wheel chair carrying GrandPa Musa rolled in with Faryah helping him. " I'll leave you all to it" mother said as she smiled assuring me that everything was okay. " Thank you Zainab" Faryahs' grand father said as she walked out smiling at them. " Faryah let go, go seat down" she was quite tall, skinny. She was wearing dark purple baggy pants with her cute socks and a baggy black shirt over her pants. She was wearing a purple Hijab. Her makeup was gone, she looked really beautiful, more beautiful, at least I wasn't stuck with a mute ugly bitch.

I say moving forward to hug Lily tight. As we wrap up Luna business that she had to share with me, she heads out to complete some to do lists before she leaves us. Between Colby leaving and Lily getting ready to leave, I am feeling a little overwhelmed with sadness. Needing to shake it off, I decide to take Shelby and go for a run along our borders to patrol with our warriors.