Clarke Griffin Novels & Stories

With something written across it in black ink: You almost chose wrong again. Silence detonated through the room. Lydia looked at Adrian. Then his phone rang. Unknown number. He answered without greeting. Harris Clarke’s voice came through smooth and amused. “Good morning, Wolfe.” Adrian’s jaw locked. “What do you want?” “I wanted to congratulate you,” Clarke said. “You’re finally distracted enough.” A pause. Then: “Check Noah’s medication line.” ***

More voices rang out. "You're so blessed, Luna. Look at all the designer clothes you're wearing. I knew you weren't an ordinary person." "Of course! Ms. Granger is now part of the Clarke family, and they're the most prominent family in the capital. No ordinary person can compare themselves to Luna now." "Does that mean you get to see those two young men from the Clarke family every day? Are they as hot as the rumors say they are? Now that they're your brothers, can you introduce them to us?"

They were like a pack of ferocious beasts! All of them had a saber with a griffin pattern at their waists. There were long spears on their backs and tactical rifles on their chests! Combatants with modern and ancient weapons! They belonged to the eldest young master of the main Clarke family, Philip Clarke! They were only loyal to Philip! They had only one name! Griffin Army! A roar filled with explosive killing intent followed. “Whoever dares to lay a finger on Young Madam, I’ll massacre his entire family!”

No sense scaring a kid near-to-death, he figured, especially if he wanted Claire to see him as a decent guy. “Hi, Tanya,” Claire said. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Really?” Tanya said, looking Griff up and down. “Hi. I’m Tanya.” “John Griffin,” he said. “But everyone calls me Griff.” “Oh, do they now?” Claire said with heavy sarcasm. “I had noooooo idea.”

I don't have to worry about the headmistress, the gym teacher, and everyone else that hates me. Griffin leaned against the front door, his getup is sexy in his bad boy charm. White tank top, leather jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of dark blue jeans tucked into black boots. He may not have my sense of fashion, but whatever he's doing works for him. My cheeks warmed, does he know what happened between me and Dell? Nah, I'm sure he doesn't. "I'm ready." He looked up from his phone, running his gaze over my attire.