Griff Griffith Novels & Stories

Her wolf rolled her eyes and decided to pay attention. He is funny in a goofball way. And find out what he is. I don’t understand his scent. Bee’s wolf spoke. “You are seriously shameless, Griffin. Do you get lucky often?” Maria leaned on her palm. “Would you believe me if I said I only have eyes for a woman like you? All others pale in comparison.” It was Griff's way of telling her that he preferred Weres. Griff was almost 1612 years old and in all his time he had never met another like him. The poet Aida Toledo coined the term Minotaura to complete the myth. In reality, he was a bull and should have found his mate in a cow, but there hasn’t been a female cow shifter since the creation of t

Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something

Robert Griffin, and when we did, everything went sour. Little did we know that Mr. Roberts Griffin was a pedophile, a drug dealer, and a money launderer. Also, he lends money to people with heavy interest to pay, and when they could not pay, he confiscates all they have. Those who don't have what to confiscate and don't have little girls he could sleep with, he beat to death or coma with his men. All the stores or shops in that community paid dues to him without knowing to whom they are paying the dues. He sends his men around to collect the money on his behalf. Those who refuse to pay or could not pay the complete amount he beats up and destroys things in their shops. He made life difficult

Griffith might be a bit pissed that I’d slipped out, but I was sure that he’d agree that it really was better this way. He wasn’t interested in me as a woman. He’d ignored me for years. The only reason he’d given me the time of day tonight was because I had evidently stumbled into some sort of undercover operation. God, I’d made a fool out of myself, practically swooning when he’d slid his fingers into my hair, the tug having my nipples going hard, and when he’d talked about how wet my panties would be, how much I loved being bared in public… I’d been unable to hold back a moan. To be honest, even his talk about spanking me… his fingers running across the buckle of his belt… all of that had

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

Eli: [Care to join me for a drink tonight? Griffith wasn't in the mood to go out as he had been busy lately. Griffith: [No time.] Eli: [Working overtime?"] Griffith: [Heading home.] Eli was speechless. Eli: [Isn't it boring at home? Come out and have some fun.] Griffith: [I'm not like you.] Eli rolled his eyes. Eli: [We're divorced, so we're the same.] Griffith wasn't pleased with the word 'divorce.'

One of them said and the others cried along, they are four in number and there was no assurance that one of them is going to leave there freely. The boss turned a guard and dropped the weed in his hands. "Execute." He ordered and they shot them immediately, he walked past them and walked out of the warehouse. Logan Griffo is a popular young man who is well known over the country for his multiple companies, products, cars, and estates. Logan is a twenty-five years old handsome man who lives a very secretive life. As famous as he is no one knows about his private life, all they know is that his name is Logan Griffo and he is one of the richest men in New York and some countries.

"Griffin, ma'am? I'm not familiar with that name. Can you tell me more about him?" Sarah's eyes flashed with conviction. "Griffin Moratti, the heir to the Bluebird company. He's been trying to get close to Jace for months." The officer's expression turned skeptical. "I'm afraid that's not possible, ma'am. Griffin Moratti died several years ago. He's been deceased for a long time." "He's been alive; I've seen him." The officer's expression turned sympathetic. "I'm afraid that's not possible, ma'am. A dead man can't commit a crime. We'll have to look elsewhere for leads."

“But the seven of us here are your mates, and we are the only ones that can protect you from the vampires. If we let you go, we will be in big trouble, and I don’t even want to think about it and the dangers you will have to face.” “But…” “Let me speak,’ he ordered, and I went silent. He continued. “Griffith is in love with Clyde.’ “What!!' My eyes widened. “Yes, that’s why he’s mad at you for tampering with Clyde’s life.’

Elodie tried to imagine Williams during those years—heartbroken over their separation, building walls around himself to prevent future pain, creating the cold, controlled man she had first met when she returned to his life. "How did Griff find him again?" Grace's expression grew grave. "About two years ago, Griff was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. Cardiomyopathy—his heart is enlarged and failing. He's on the transplant list, but..." She shrugged helplessly. "You never know when a donor will become available, or if Griff will live long enough for that to happen." "He's dying?" Elodie asked in shock. Grace wiped her tears as she nodded. "He could have months, or years, or weeks. The