Griff Tannen Romane & Geschichten

“Best thing I’ve ever done, work-wise, being my own boss.” “I’ll bet.” “And you?” Spider asked. “What do you do?” “I’m a copy editor,” Griff said, the lie flowing smoothly, automatically. “Freelance.” “Ah. Cool.” Spider nodded at Griff’s laptop open on his table. “You can work anywhere, huh?” “Yep. The world is my office.” Griff raised his plate. “And I have the world’s best snacks at my office.” Spider laughed. Griff nodded, then headed back to his table, shooting Claire another careful look.

Jett said as he batted his eyelashes at me. “Oh like you’ve been doing with Tanith?” I asked him and his smile disappeared. “That was low Griffin even for you,” he said as I laughed. “Why don’t you take your own advice?” I asked him. “Because after all that comes hot sex, I can’t touch her,” he said. “Poor celibate Jett,” I said. “It’s no laughing matter Griff, this girl is a serious cockblocker,” he said. “I think you did that all by yourself by dating her sister,” I said.

His voice was husky as he asked that question. With great effort, Tanya pushed him back. "You're hurting me. You imposter, I will stop at nothing to prove that you're nothing but a fake! Ryan Griffin and his mother killed Charles Griffin and I was there when he was cremated!" Tanya almost yelled as she stated to his face making Charles Griffin (Frank) to release her. They both came out of the cubicle too and he observed the lady standing opposite him whose eyes released nothing but sparks of anger. Franks heart clenched, he was thrown in an abyss of disarray where he didn't know what to do.

Thankfully, there was a girl who believed in him and wanted him. Tynan refused to answer about the girl that Griffin became curious about and served his special dessert but not before snapping pictures. Griffin had a sly smile. "Taking pictures for her huh?" Tynan turned fifteen shades of red this time and stammered his reply in confusion until Griffin heard what he wanted to know. "She's not here so I can only send p-pictures..."

“What do you mean?” My jaw clenched, and I picked up my pace, leaving Larissa trailing behind. If she hadn’t been so quick to mock my appearance, or laugh along with Ruby and Marianna, I might have broken things down for her, but I wasn’t feeling so generous. Griff was the ultimate user and a world-class actor capable of shifting his personality to get what he wanted. The moment he took it, the mask dropped, leaving you staring into the face of the devil.

Griffin tapped his pen impatiently on his desk. “I do have a problem. She’s brunette, five-foot-ten, and won’t stop jabbering on at me as if I give a damn.”

"I do. A lot of it, actually. I noticed you from when you walked in with those Densberry high ice hockey players." "Y– you know us?" "Are you kidding me? Everyone is anticipating that game. I'm Alf by the way." He stretches out his hand, and I take it. His palm is warm, very contrasting to the pinching cold out here. "What's your name?" He asks in a very soothing voice. "I'm Luther." "Wow," he chuckles. "I've never met a Luther before," His every small movement tells me that he is respectfully flirting with me. He wants me.

he gestured to Leo, before he turned his attention back to me, “I’m Griffen, the pack doctor, and also the younger and much better-looking brother.” He flashed his perfect white smile at me, and I had to return it. He was just so friendly, “I’m sorry I didn’t come yesterday, one of the women in the pack was having triplets!” he huffed, “Quite the handful.” “Get on with it and stop flirting with my mate!” Leo growled, but Griffen ignored him. “You’re looking a little pale, have you been eating?” I shook my head, “Not much.” “WHAT?” Leo growled, and I couldn’t help but sink lower in the bed.