Clarke Griffin Novels & Stories

she looks at me surprised and nods “Yes sir…” He turns and leaves the room. I sigh and run my hands over my face, frustrated, at that moment my phone rings. “how are we doing Claus?...” I say when answering “As always when we make a delivery and I'm in charge ...” he smiled when he heard it and asked him “Why are you calling then?...” “I heard that Griffin is planning something…” “Griffin is always planning something, Claus, you don't say anything new…” “something big Dark…” says impatiently

“No wonder he’s getting worse. Why didn’t I notice? Why didn’t I supervise him? I’ve been so negligent… I’ve failed him. I’ve failed his trust in me…” “Yeah,” Derrick interjected, his tone scathing as he stood behind the camera. “Because you’re too busy sleeping with your nurse interns.” Griffin flinched, guilt washing over his face. “Who did this?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Who gave him this medicine?” “Clarke,” I said bluntly, the name dripping with venom. “She’s the one in charge of his medicine.” Griffin’s sobs intensified, his cries raw and guttural.

“ I don’t belong to you, Clarke. Not at all.” Clarke removed her glasses and release her hair. She was shocked and tries to take her hair tie away from him but he threw them away and slapped both of his hand on each side of her head. She gasped but her eyes still remains looking at him. Clarke lean his head closer to her until their forehead touched. “ You are all mine. I’m not giving you up to anyone. This lips, this eyes, you have a sun for an eye, bright and beautiful, these luscious silk of a hair and even your body...”

The squad of elite Gifted soldiers Clark had assigned them had arrived and were waiting. However, Clark himself still hadn't shown. Without the man in charge, Hayley couldn't just take his people and leave. "Pretty sure Clark took my advice last night and didn't get any sleep," Griffin said, stretching. Hayley turned and looked at him. He immediately grinned. "Alright, alright. That one's on me." Right then, a voice called out, brisk and apologetic. "Sorry, I'm late!" Clark came jogging over, hurriedly fastening his jacket as he ran.

"The whole story's stupid." "You've seen me in a tiara and a dress. I'm curious to know what's more stupid than that." He's persistent, I must say. "My ex got shot to death two years ago. His name is Clarke, plays basketball like you." A thought strikes me. "You might know him. He was a Jayhawks too." An unfamiliar look crosses his face, like he's deep in serious thought. Then he asks, "Can I borrow your Laptop for a minute?"

As if that was not enough when l slid into his team shirt, making my way to the bleachers l was the center of attraction and me oblivious to it due to my unattendence to these occasions l pretty much hated it. Grayson made it pretty simple for me by Screaming my name to signal his position and before l walked l got a text from Chris. You look hot in my jersey 😍😍 -Chris And a smile automatically made its way to my face before stealing a glance to where he was. I did catch a little from my way up to the bleachers Chris has a baby mama She's pretty even her baby as well This might damage his NFL draft Brushing it off I just tried my best to not let anything dumped the mood l was put in. Grays

Karen clapped excitedly as the game attendant handed him a stuffed toy. "I need to leave," Griffin muttered suddenly. "Why? Are you not having a good time?" Karen’s eyes turned sad. Griffin was about to respond when sudden shouts filled the air. "A thief! Catch the thief!" Before he could react, a young woman ran past him. Without thinking, Griffin took off after her. Chloe tried to run as fast as she could, but somehow, Griffin still caught up with her. He stopped in front of her, blocking her path and stretching out his hand.

He is cursed in this matter. He was frustrated so he grabbed his mobile phone and sent a DM to the person whom he remembered just now. "Up,kitten?" He waited. A minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes. But no reply. "Ugh." He threw the phone away and exactly at that moment the notification of the phone made him run faster than Usain Bolt. Attraction towards someone whom you never met, whom you never saw, isn't it unusual and unexpected? Especially when it comes to the mighty Zion Black Knight?

“I knew you were never meant to carry my legacy.” “You mean the fraud?” Clarke snapped. “The lies? The dirty secrets you stuffed behind foundation grants and fake press? No, I wasn’t meant to carry it, right? I was meant to pose in front of it, smile for the cameras, wear a suit you picked out, and say things you approved.” “Sit down,” he barked. But Clarke didn’t move. He looked flushed, wild with disbelief and something close to grief.

He groaned. “Sure…” I said in obvious disbelief. Clarke was the definition of a party animal, and no matter how bad he felt in the morning, he was always raring to go for the next party by nightfall. It was why I knew he would be at the signing and at the party.