Griff Tannen Novels & Stories

I don't have to worry about the headmistress, the gym teacher, and everyone else that hates me. Griffin leaned against the front door, his getup is sexy in his bad boy charm. White tank top, leather jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of dark blue jeans tucked into black boots. He may not have my sense of fashion, but whatever he's doing works for him. My cheeks warmed, does he know what happened between me and Dell? Nah, I'm sure he doesn't. "I'm ready." He looked up from his phone, running his gaze over my attire.

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

Matthews probably didn't recognize Tawny, he blinked several times when he saw Shanley before confirming that the girl was Tawny. "Tawny, why are you..." "Don't doubt me, I'm Tawny." Tawny smiled, tears welling up as she held her father's hand. "Uncle Matthews." Leonard greeted him respectfully. Mr. Matthews didn't quite understand, only asking, "Where's Griffin? Shouldn't he be here?" Tawny looked at Shanley, not knowing what to say to their father. "Griffin is temporarily abroad as a professor." Shanley lied to their father.

“You know you’re growling.” “Fuck you,” Quinn snapped, but he had a smile curving his lips. Griff was an old friend of his and knew how to push his buttons. “You’ve gotten very possessive in a short time.” “I haven’t.” “Liar,” The humor had disappeared out of Griff’s voice. “Ryder, is there something you need to tell me?” “No.” Then a firmer, “No.” Griff hummed, obviously not believing him. “Okay. Well, you know where I am if you need to talk it out.”

No sense scaring a kid near-to-death, he figured, especially if he wanted Claire to see him as a decent guy. “Hi, Tanya,” Claire said. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Really?” Tanya said, looking Griff up and down. “Hi. I’m Tanya.” “John Griffin,” he said. “But everyone calls me Griff.” “Oh, do they now?” Claire said with heavy sarcasm. “I had noooooo idea.”

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.”