Griffin Campbell Novels & Stories

Which was shocking to everybody who was watching the live broadcast of the press conference. Of course, everyone was shocked because this was the first time after a year of Alpha Darren's wedding announcement that his wife's identity was made public. The news was so big, several phone calls immediately came in and interrupted each other along with the sound of increasingly frequent camera shots. “I want to emphasize that here I stand as her husband, not as Alpha Darren the leader of Pack Kyne. So as a husband who lost his wife, I am really asking for your help. No matter how small the help is I would greatly appreciate it.”

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

"Already on it, Alex. School cameras picked up Walsh entering at 2:18 PM. He left at 2:31. I'm sending you the footage now." James was already texting me security footage when I screeched into the pickup lane, cutting off a minivan whose driver shot me a glare that dissolved into recognition. Many of the parents knew me—the single mom who ran a multinational corporation but never missed a school pickup. The woman who funded the new computer lab but requested her name be left off the donor plaque. The ex-wife of Michael Coleman, whose reputation somehow preceded me despite my efforts to build a different life. Griffin barreled into the car, his backpack bouncing with some new invention, brown

There’s no way this can be a good thing, not with the way she’s smiling at me. My stomach is coiled tight with anxiety when I make my way to the locker room to get changed, and as I’m winding the wraps around my wrists I can hear chatter around the room. I roll my eyes when I hear the name everyone seems to have a hard-on for. Creed Volkov. The Alpha who has won every fight since he established this gym a few years ago. Before that, he used to fight in underground rings and kill every opponent he was faced with. Nowadays, he just maims them completely.

Craig announced. "Mr Campbell?,you must be kidding Craig.His name is Jason not Campbell".Wayne voiced out. "According to Mr Greenwood who was your father's lawyer before he died,Mr Jason as you've called him earlier on bought some shares from your father two years ago with the name Campbell when he was still the CEO of Summit Investment LTD".Craig said letting the bomb out. "He bought a share from my father using another name?,so he is the Campbell my father always talked about?".Wayne said.

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

he exclaimed, putting an arm around me pulling me to him. I stepped away from him, uncomfortable having his arm around me. To other girls here at camp, he’s handsome. He was about my height, a decent build, with blonde hair and blue eyes. I can’t place it, but he gives me a bad vibe. He’s creepy. He’s supposed to be a camp counselor, yet he flirts with campers, knowing full well we are under 18.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

“What? Nothing to say? For someone who made such a huge bid, you’d think he would at least try to defend himself. Don’t you think?” “Shut the hell up, Damon!” I snap, quickly standing up from my seat. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here, but trust me, you’re only making a joke of yourself. You think you can take on someone like Griffin?” I laugh. “You don’t have what it takes.” Damon’s face darkens instantly. “And what exactly makes him so special, huh? You think just because he throws around big numbers, he’s untouchable?”

Shira teased me often concerning our little secret, I had warned her to keep it for now since we weren't sure how he felt towards us in the meantime, wouldn't want to get hurt after all. I was all smiles in the kitchen, busy making his coffee, he had been in his office all morning and I wanted to surprise him by bringing him his drink myself. The door to the office was open, so I strolled in, my eyes found no one inside his office an empty chair with countless documents scattered on the table, maybe he was in the bathroom. After placing the mug down, my eyes scanned the papers until a name caught my attention. Graig Campbell. This was a name I would never forget, the person responsible for t