Griff Tannen Novels & Stories

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.

His blood ran cold and eyes darkened. “Where did you get my number?” he snapped in a hoarse voice. “Come on, Tran. I’m Griffin. Getting your number is as easy as A-B—” “Cut the crap, little girl,” he growled. “What do you want?” There was a pause on the line. “Aren’t we friends?” she cooed. “Maybe even future husband and wife…” Tranny burst into a long maniac and butter laughter. Tranny inhaled and exhaled.

Uncle Tanner asked with a smile on his face and Griff stepped forward, causing everyone to yell and clap hands for him. "We're going zip lining motherfuckers!" Griff yelled and everyone bursted out into cheers. "But first we have to go on a hike to get there. Once we're done doing all the shit in the mountains we get to go down to the waterfalls and chill the fuck out!" He said and everyone cheered him on. Why is everyone so excited about this? I go zip-lining and hiking almost every two weeks. "Pack your bikinis girls!" Griff yelled and I rolled my eyes at him. "Cause we're about to fuck!" He yelled and Uncle Tanner just shook his head at him.

I responded, raising from where I sat. Griffin cut me off guard when he brought out his Alpha rod as he raised it up. “I, Griffin Jackson. The alpha of red moon pack pronounced you as my successor of La Vince Entertainment.” He pronounced with all authority given unto him.

the bartender called to him, and he waved his hand and nodded as he slipped into his normal booth. Jack, a probbie, brought him a long-neck beer. Griffin started to drink when a spark of red caught his eye. His breath caught as the scent became thicker as she walked by the table. An unmated she-wolf with an ass so perfect it had drool forming. Griffin was smitten for the first time in a century. With the confidence of his age, he walked to the bar where she sat and ordered a crown and coke. Damn, he was in love already. “Hello,” he said as he leaned in the bar next to her. “You are?” “Not interested,” Bee smirked.

I didn’t even want to listen anymore, so I turned to leave. He reached out to stop me. “Tess, listen–” At that moment, Liam walked by and immediately stepped in between us. “Sir, this is a private function. Please leave Miss Griffin alone.” James’s expression darkened, and he sneered at Liam. “And who are you? What business do you have in my conversation with my wife?” I corrected him coldly, “Mr. Tennant, we’re divorced.” He froze for a moment, then said stubbornly, “No matter what, I hope we can–”

************* Griffin/Memphis Parker = Human - Angel - Abandoned - Mother Human, Father a Fallen Angel Griffin is Three hundred years old half Angel, but he looks twenty and was found as a baby left on the doorstep of the local church, he was taken in by a loving couple who raised him to know the difference between right and wrong, but as he got older, his birthright started to show itself and made it dangerous to anyone who knew him, he tries to hide it but as others learn of his existence and whereabouts; they look to capture or kill him. *********** Savannah Braxton = Witch - Raised by her Mothers Cover

Come on, maybe I can teach you. "You don't need to be like this, Hannah already told me how stiff you could be," Griffin said with a grin on his face as he paced closer to me. "I thought you were some mature guy but here you are lusting like some juvenile which you clearly are." "I like you already, Ariadne. So what do you want to do first?" His eyes trailed down my chest and like a hungry dog ready to devour he licks his lips. "Hey Griff, you need to see this." His friend called from outside and he backed down with a smirk on his face, his eyes were linked to his bulge and the distraction made me breathe.

Arianne’s expression was the phrase “you serious, bruh?” coming to life. “Uh, Granny? You do know that Tiffie has a fiancé, right? And he’s not just any random guy — he’s Mark’s best friend. Besides, Tiffie isn’t that kind of person at all,” she rebutted. “Seriously, Granny, don’t you ever insinuate something like that about her character again, okay? You don’t know the depth of our relationship; Tiffie and I have a long intertwining history. There would be no me today without her.”

Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable! And now, trailing her and watching what she did every day was what I lived for. Although I was very much against it at first, because I actually didn’t understand why they wanted me to the job, I mean anyone can do it. So it just didn’t make sense for them to point me out and tell me that I should do it. But now I didn’t regret any of that. Grisha led a very, trust me, the royally boring life ever. The term ‘nerd’ was well befitting because that's just how she was; nerdy!