Griff From Bunk'd Novelas e Histórias

I hear them yelling at her. I try to stand, but I can’t, so I begin to crawl over to where Grace is lying on the ground. “What happened?” I ask when I get there. I see Rik is conscious and also trying to sit up. “I don’t know. We had lost. Everyone was dead or dying. You, Rik, Liam, you were all…” Angel chokes on a sob. I pull Grace’s body into my lap, rocking her. She’s not dead, her tether is there, but it’s very faint.

"Come here, my precious grandson. Oh, aren't you just adorable?" Owen snuggled into Irene's embrace, appearing perfectly well-behaved. However, no one knew that Owen had developed a pretty nasty personality under the influence of Simon's former flame, Yuna Grover.

"Griff beat him. Badly. Sent him to the hospital with broken ribs and a concussion. But even then, Williams came back. He kept trying." "Until when?" "Until Williams bevame an adult. He showed up at Griff's office one day, still believing he could somehow bridge the gap between them. He had just gotten into college and wanted to share the good news with his big brother." Grace paused, the words heavy in her mouth. "Griff was having a particularly bad day. Some business deals had gone wrong, he'd been drinking, and seeing Williams—successful, hopeful Williams—just sent him over the edge. He beat Williams so severely that Williams ended up in intensive care."

Only an hour had passed by, but my feet were killing me and I was tired of putting on a fake smile. I was now standing in a small circle surrounded by three other couples. They were the future Alphas of their own pack, but they seemed to be only slightly older than Nathan. Ben and Krista were the next for the Blackmoor Shade Pack, John and Angela next in line for the South Shade Pack, and Daemon and Liz inherit the Thornton Shade pack.

" The officers didn't pay them any heed, only walking to my hospital bed and showing me their credentials. "Miss Stone, you are under suspicion for damaging research facilities. Please cooperate with our investigation." A triumphant sneer had already formed on my mother-in-law’s face. Zachary breathed a soft sigh of relief, and was about to say something, when… Clack. Suddenly, the two officers turned around, and two pairs of cold handcuffs snapped shut around Zachary and Luna's wrists. Zachary's smile froze on his face, his complexion paling as he raised his head in disbelief.

"Shut up." She laughed softly against his mouth. "There you go. Using me to forget them again. It's okay, baby. I don't mind." He kissed her hard, almost mean, shoved her dress up. She wrapped her legs around him willingly. He fucked her against the table edge, fast and selfish, eyes shut. Halfway through, a memory hit him without warning: Elias burning grilled cheese at three in the morning, laughing like an idiot while smoke swallowed the foster kitchen. Rainer sleeping on the floor next to Jose's bed for three nights straight during one of Elias's bad withdrawals, refusing to leave even when Jose told him to.

I could have lived, but because of that one phone call, I'd given up on survival. Maybe it was because I'd been a ghost for too long—my memory had started to fade. I couldn't really remember anymore why that call had made me lose the will to live. "My condolences," the doctor added. He started wheeling my body back into the morgue. Just then, Anthony lost control of his emotions. He grabbed my shoulders in a death grip. "Willow Shore, wake up! You're lying to me again, aren't you?" The doctor rushed forward to stop him, but Anthony shoved him away. He scooped my body up into his arms and completely broke down. Tears streamed down his face.

"Go to hell, Sebastian Yarrow!" Lifting his leg, he aimed a vicious kick at my chest, only to suddenly turn directions at the very last moment. In the next second, he tipped over and fell back, crashing to the floor with a loud thud. I raised my head, only to lock eyes with Rachel's cold gaze. She kicked me aside like I was nothing but a piece of trash before hurrying over to crouch beside Cameron. With careful movements, she helped him sit up. "Cameron, what happened?"

Griff said, low, watching Ricki's face for the damage. "Heard about the dent too, probably." "Heard about that too." Griff's eyes moved to the bunk frame, studied the marks, and something crossed his face that wasn't quite alarm. Closer to recognition. "You learn the rules in here, or the rules learn you. That's the whole thing. Nobody warns you which one's happening at any given moment." "Which one's happening to me right now?" "Don't know yet," Griff said, flat, tired, more honest than comforting. "But you put a hand-shaped dent in state property and didn't grow a single claw doing it. That's not nothing, Delano. That's not stress either."