Griff From Bunk'd Novelas e Histórias

Griff and I sat flat on our butts on the grass at the cemetery. I rested my head in the crook of his neck. He stuck his open hand out so that I could place mine there. A tear slipped out of my eye as I read the letters scribbled on the grey tombstone in front of me. Somebody sat down next to me and I frowned lightly. I found Rook sitting next to me and he held his hand out to me so I placed my free hand in his. We had a moment of silence. And Griff shifted in his place.

With that the 2 left the hospital room, Etienne couldn’t hold back the tears that silently fell down his face, he finally did it, he stood up to them and decided for his best interest, but he wasn’t sure about his grandma, he knew for sure that they won’t be willing to help him anymore, he had to fend for himself and his granny from now on. He turned and looked at his granny lying on the hospital bed, eyes closed and motionless, he held her cold hands and just wept, wept was all he could do at this moment. "Please granny wake up we only have each other now, please wake up for me, I love you so much". He broke down into more tears while tightly holding onto her hand. Back to the dinner. They

My voice was loud, rough with fury, and he flinched, nodding furiously. “Good,” I said, holding up the medicine bottle to the camera. “Tell me—what do you know about this?” Griffin’s eyes widened, the recognition in them immediate. He began mumbling through the cloth tied around his mouth, but his words were garbled. “Derrick, remove that cloth,” I snapped. “He’s trying to say something.” “Yes, sir.” Derrick moved swiftly, untying the cloth around Griffin’s mouth and tossing it aside. Griffin exhaled loudly, gasping as though he’d been deprived of air for hours. He blinked at the camera before locking his watery eyes on me.

It hurt to breathe but I attempted to take in lungfuls of air to keep my brain alert. "You're weak, why even put up a fight when you know you're going to lose?" Griffin taunted, moving his shoulder in a circle. His once dislocated shoulder was set back into place, the sight putting me on edge. "Because you're not fit to run a pack," I could feel the warmth of my blood as it rolled down my body, "the Midnight Sun pack belongs to me." "Over my dead body," he crouched into attack position, letting his canines elongate and his nails grow into claws.

The horn echoed across the valley again. Low. Ancient. A warning. Every wolf in the packhouse went silent. Damon’s entire body went rigid. Only one pack in the northern territories used that horn. Bloodfang. A pack that was supposed to have died out ten years ago during the Rogue Wars. Damon’s jaw tightened. “Stay here,” he told Gracelyn. She shifted their daughter in her arms and gave him a look that clearly said absolutely not. “You know I’m not doing that.”

"Move, or the Gardners will hear about this, and none of you will come out of it well." Daniel laughed and drove his foot into my stomach without warning. The force slammed me back into the sink, and the pain knocked the breath out of me. "I'm a Pearce, and Thomas Gardner's son-in-law. You think anyone's going to say a single word about me putting trash in its place?" The groomsmen surged forward, grabbing me by the arms and hauling me toward the toilet. "Danny's orders. Drink up. Maybe next time you'll think twice before calling out to someone's wife."

I already found her, the woman, with whom I may find as much joy as I had found joy with you. I will leave you now Mary and continue my journey in life, perhaps running. I might go to where my parents are, where I will be safe in the meantime, so goodbye my love. I'll be seeing you. Before he could continue saying anything more, he heard a pinging sound from a silencer. A bullet whizzed past and hit Mary's gravestone, chipping a bit at the sides. He knew right away it was coming from a gun. So, he ducked and crouched on the grass. The gravestone became his shield. He traced who was firing and spotted the head of a dark-haired man bobbing above the grassy knoll from afar coming his way. It wa

a green checkmark. The gauntlet glowed and formed a box cutter. Right after Warren cut the hole, a massive weight dropped on his mind, "Hurry up and get in. I can't hold the shield open forever." "You heard him, move it," He turned to Warren, "Slick move, Griff. We'll talk more about your future when this is over." "I look forward to it," Warren followed the racist biker into the building. ****

Cliffside Overlook – Midnight Eli didn't knock. The door to Griffin's quarters exploded inward under the impact of his steel-toed boot, the reinforced polymer frame splintering like kindling. He crossed the room in three strides, hauled Griffin out of bed by his shirt collar, and dragged him through the stronghold's corridors before the younger man could fully process what was happening.

"What's up Ryker!" A light gray-haired woman greeted Ryker with a drink made up of cocktails and secret herbs. "Not this time, Zoe." "Why? Don't you need it to shift into your wolf form tonight? All of your members got it, except you." "I'm still thinking about it." Ryker's answer made Jeff furrow his brow. "Is there a problem that prevented you from shifting tonight?" It turned out that not only Jeff was intrigued by Ryker's rejection of moonshine laced and silver-resistant herbs, a drink that all Iron Fang members drank on the night of the full moon, but also the whole members. Because it was something mandatory that they cannot go without.