Griff Griffith Novels & Stories

Janet turned to Griffin with a forced smile before walking away. "Don't mind her," Karen said, waving it off. "Tell me about yourself. You look familiar—I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." "I work for Mr. Stefan Everest. I'm his proxy," Griffin replied simply. Karen’s eyes widened. "Oh my God, that’s right! And what’s that like?" Griffin leaned back. "Are you one of those people who hate him just because he's crippled and mute?" Karen quickly shook her head. "Of course not! I think it's amazing that you’ve stayed with him for so long. And it’s really brave of you to be looking for a company of your own."

He jokingly told me. "Haha. You're funny." I sarcastically told him. "Yo, I meant what I said. I need my best friend back." He told me so I nodded at him. "Sure, yeah. Let me just get ready, I'll meet you downstairs in thirty?" I asked him and he did an army salute. "Bye now," Griff said as he left my room with Liv's picture in his hand. Griff was right I need to go out and make a name for myself. I'm Cole fucking Cyprus, I should live up to my name. And besides, there's nothing better than being popular.

Grimacing, Trevor tossed the controller in his hands across the room after switching off the large TV on the wall. He rose from where he sat and stepped to the middle of the room. Tilting his head, he thought back to what was said by the reporter. Several more bodies had been found dead at the elite clubhouse and Trevor knew who they were even before the names were revealed. He wondered how long it had taken for them to get to see the now decomposing bodies of Tricia and Lauren.

I exclaimed wide-eyed. “I baby goat you not. Now tell meeeeeeeeeeeee…” She added a whine to her tone. I felt an uncontrollable grin stretching on my lips, and that didn’t go unnoticed by her because she jumped on top of me, then started shaking me by my shoulders violently as if all the words would just start piling out of me. “Jesus, Crystal. What the hell did Professor Griffith do to you?” “It's Griffin. Duncan Griffin.” I corrected looking her through my lashes, and oh my. How I wish I didn’t.

*********** After a knockout from Anthony,Griffin no longer participated in drinking games,he seem to have changed back to the living hell of the legal and political world, only the means are more venomous, often making people shudder. Magda cried to her husband, "With Griffin’s reputation like this, I guess he's really going to be a bachelor for life.He’s become much more brutal with people!" Anthony grunted lightly. "What do you know! The little girls outside who want to sleep with Griffin are lined up from one end of Chicago to the other! It's just that your son has a good eye for Daphne.” Mrs. Reyes took another look at her son in the newspaper. Handsome and sexy.

He looked over at the other men, “Hans, get her some water.” “What are you doing Felix?” asked an older man, as the younger man ran off. “Griff, we don’t torture.” He looked at the man before turning back to me. “Who are you?” “You can’t believe anything she says, she’s a manipulator. She killed her own kind,” claimed Griff. Killed my own kind? I could never… I blacked out, I’m missing a lot of time, what if I did do something? I was messing around with a lot of spells. What if… I began breathing fast again.

He rolled his eyes at Johnny and said, "Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?" Johnny sighed, and Grandpa just rolled his eyes again. "I'm Markus Gravano, grandfather of this dickhead." "I'm Alessia," I said shyly. "I know exactly who you are, my child," he said, looking at his wife with a smile. "Come on, let's get something to eat, shall we?" Clarissa said, much to my relief.

I sat in my office, legs crossed, my eyes fixed on my phone. What was I so interested in? A picture of Griffy. Well, his full name was Griffin Antonio, but I loved calling him Griffy. It was a nickname I had personally given him, in my heart, anyway. I knew it was kinda lame, but no human being could read minds, so I wasn't too worried about it. Griffy was, like, the hottest man I had ever seen.

A picture of him in his military uniform, the nameplate beneath it read General Griffin, former commander of the Moonshadow Pack. Different awards on the wall. Before I could warn, the two men were sent flying toward me, but I moved quickly, dodging their heavy bodies. My remaining men looked at him in shock. They all attacked. Griffin then took a deep slow breath and let his wolf come to the surface. His wolf was higher than any of my men. He didn’t wait. He lunged, fangs and claws clipping and slashing my men. One of them tried to let his wolf recede, but Griffin’s jaws clipped his neck, and with a forceful pull and a vigorous shake, his neck was snapped.

Waine’s current reaction was even more animated than when Blaze had introduced himself. In fact, he was so excited that he disregarded any form of reservation and strode towards him before bending slightly to catch Xavier’s hand and shake it vigorously. “Mr. Griffin, hello, hello! I’m Waine Carter, a big fan of yours. Super big fan!” Zayn was in a daze too. He finally recognized who it was. It was Xavier Griffin, the most famous name in antique collection. The last time he saw him was before his grandfather’s paralysis as the two older men were friends.