Clarke Griffin Novels & Stories

Not even halfway through the Thanksgiving holidays, my boss, Bill Griffin, calls me back to work. He demands I cold-call customers for sales and promises generous overtime pay. Eager to give my son a better learning environment, I seize every chance to earn more money and agree without hesitation. But once the holiday ends, the management posts a notice. "An employee has generated an excessive phone bill working overtime during the Thanksgiving holidays and incurred company losses. Please reimburse the phone bill immediately." Bill, whom I had worked alongside since graduating from college, swiftly turns on me. "Some people in their 30s are about to be laid off. Having a job at all is a blessing, yet they don't know how to appreciate the opportunities the company gives them." Refusing to bow to the absurd demands and open threats, I hand in my resignation that very same day. A company that discards its employees the moment the job is done isn't worth a second of my time. They will learn the hard way who holds the leverage.

Everyone in class can hear my thoughts, but there's a catch—the "thoughts" they hear have been deliberately altered. During the exam, while I swiftly fill out the answer sheet, the rest of the class stays put. They eagerly wait to hear the answers in my head. [The answer for this is C, of course. These questions are exactly the same as the ones Ms. Clarke revealed to me. I'm going to be the top student again without even breaking a sweat!] Everyone else immediately copy my answers. Ultimately, apart from me, they all end up failing the exam. During our swimming class, my leg cramps, and I start sinking underwater. I try to scream for help, but my classmates hear something entirely different in my head. [I'm going to act like I'm drowning and see who's the idiot who jumps in to save me. Hahaha!] In the end, they all watch indifferently as I drown. My eyes open again. I've gone back in time to the day of the exam. This time, I can also hear these "thoughts" of mine that have been altered.

After I become pregnant, Mason Clarke suddenly becomes incredibly attentive to me. He cancels all his social engagements and personally cooks for me every day. Everyone envies me for finding such a devoted and caring husband. Until one day in his study, I accidentally discover a document titled "Prenatal Blood Donation and Cord Blood Donation Agreement". My name and social security number are clearly written on it! In the beneficiary column is Chloe Reid, his first love, whom he has been supporting abroad for seven years. From outside the door comes his gentle, doting voice. "Chloe, don't worry. I'm personally monitoring her. Her nutrition and daily routine are held to the highest standards to ensure the baby is born perfectly healthy. Your life-saving treatment is absolutely guaranteed!" So all those pregnancy meals he carefully prepares for me, the mountains of expensive supplements, none of it is ever out of love. It's all to fatten me into nothing more than a walking blood bank!

Mia Valisteen was into a dangerous world when her mother married Ray Valisteen, a feared Mafia lord. At just fourteen, she learned to navigate the treacherous life of the Mafia Princess, her every move watched and exploited by her stepfather’s enemies. On her eighteenth birthday, Mia was kidnapped by Dylan Griffin, known as “The Devil,” who sought revenge against her stepfather for a betrayal that destroyed his family. But Mia proved resilient, escaping Dylan’s clutches and disappearing into the shadows of Italy. Four years later, Mia has become a legend in her own right—a powerful Mafia boss feared by all. But her past catches up to her when her best friend, Mimi, is kidnapped by none other than Dylan. Forced to face the man who shattered her life, Mia is dragged into a dangerous game where love and hate blur, and loyalty is tested at every turn. Dylan’s obsession with Mia becomes his greatest weakness. As their worlds collide, Mia and Dylan must decide whether they’ll destroy each other—or unite to bring down those who betrayed them both.

Drake Griffin is a controversial man, he’s the CEO and CTO of a major defense company that seemingly sold weapons to Taliban. Hated and ridiculed by the public and the whole world, he accepts his role as a pariah and falls into a monotonous life of working and self destruction. That is until Angela Matters enters his life, she’s an investigative reporter hoping to write a biography about him, he refuses. But slowly he caves and soon finds himself liking this equally head strong and equally caring woman. There’s only one problem. Angela had been recruited by a man to spy on Drake, her mission is simple: gather as much information about Drake and in return Angela’s mother cancer treatment would be funded. Angela doesn’t like Drake that much and she equally doesn’t want to lose her mother so she accepts. Under this pretense, she inserts herself into his life bent on ruining him but by a twisted turn of events, she finds herself drawn to this tortured soul who had spent the rest of his life trying to live up to his abusive father unattainable expectations. She sees the vulnerability in him and a desire to do good that’s held back by his ambition. She can’t help but wonder is it possible to fall in love with such a man or does she have the will to save her mother?.

My sister, Winona Clarke, was stabbed to death by a thug in order to save me. My mom, Amber Green, does not want my nephew, Sonny Cohen, to suffer. So, she suggests that I marry my brother-in-law, Kenneth Cohen, and take care of the father and son. For Sonny's safety, I end up on the verge of death due to Kenneth's relentless and merciless torture. Just then, Winona, who should have been dead, returns! Her arm linked with a millionaire's, she boasts to me, "Thank you for putting up with that maniac and sticking around until he died. Not only did you help me raise Sonny, who has Super Male Syndrome, but you even made it possible for me to inherit all of Kenneth's assets through Sonny." Sonny joins Winona in belittling me and even spreads rumors that I killed Kenneth. Because of her lies, I become notorious online and eventually die while being the subject of everyone's criticism and ridicule. The heavens must have taken mercy on me, for I am granted a second chance at life. Now, I am back to the day Mom wants me to marry Kenneth.

Hudson Ford and Callie Clarke fall in love but never once discuss it, until a single night turns everything around. They finally consummate their relationship, only to have Callie disappear the next morning. Hudson wakes up to discover that she is missing, and his world is turned upside down. Years go by before Callie reenters Hudson's life. Now a stunning, poised architect, she struts into a conference room with poise and confidence. Men glance at her in admiration, and Hudson is shocked. He never imagined seeing her again, but here she is, more seductive than ever. As soon as Callie lays eyes on Hudson, her world freezes. All the self-discipline she has constructed around herself starts to disintegrate. She questions whether she will surrender to her need for Hudson or whether she will fall into the deep peril she initially escaped. Convinced not to lose Callie once again, Hudson makes a decision to reclaim her no matter what. He demands answers from Callie as to why she vanished from his life. His pursuit sets off a storm of memories that risk destroying their relationship.

I was attacked at the same time as my childhood friend, and when we finally woke up, he had lost his memory. I didn't have a single scratch, but my long-gone grandmother's spirit somehow ended up inside my body. "This wimp is still pretending he lost his memory just to trick my sweetheart. If I were still alive, I'd beat him so bad he wouldn't know which way was up!" I stared in shock, my mouth wide open. My grandmother's angry voice kept ringing in my head. "In Sonia's last life, she got killed because of that useless Fabian. She lived such an unhappy life because of him! "When her grandpa asks who she wants to marry this time, I hope she won't choose Fabian. She should pick Chandler instead. That boy is quite responsible!" A moment later, my grandfather and a few elders really did walk into my room. They laid out portraits of the four princes in front of me and told me to choose one as my future husband. I didn't hesitate at all. I picked my long-time rival, Chandler Clarke. If my grandmother said Fabian Clarke never loved me, then I didn't want him anymore.

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

"Is that pussy still aching for me?" Roman breathed, his thumb tracing dangerously close without landing. "Two years of being ignored and one touch from me has you soaking through your pretty little underwear." "I hate you," I whispered, even as my hips chased his hand. "No you don't." His eyes locked on mine, dark and certain. "You hate that your husband never once made you feel this way. You hate that it's his brother who knows exactly how to ruin you." He was right and I hated him for it. ********** It shouldn't have been Roman touching me, consuming me and making me scream things I couldn't take back. He was reckless, unapologetic and completely wrong for me. He was also my husband's brother. Yet one look from him dismantled two years of careful composure. One touch and every reason to stop dissolved into nothing. I should have walked away the night he found me on that couch. Instead I said yes. And Roman Clarke never stopped collecting on that answer. This is not your normal spicy, I am here to remind you that some cravings are worth every consequence.