Griffin Campbell Novels & Stories

Griffin harshly says, waiting for Zaylee to speak as if waiting for a newspaper response for so long. "I'm pregnant, Mr. Griffin!" "Do you think I believe your confession? I'm not that gullible, Zaylee Caroline!" Griffin leaves the girl, who is now standing there with fiery eyes, hurt by his words as a woman. "What do you mean...." "Griffin!" Zaylee yelled in frustration, her chest rising and falling as she tried to control her emotions. Griffin's words had indeed wounded her pride as a woman.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

Callie’s voice cuts through the chaos, and I stop in my tracks, whipping around to look at her. “Callie?” I say, my voice low, laced with suspicion. She’s already running to Griffin, her hands trembling as she reaches for him. Her voice is soft, pleading. “Please, stay with me. Don’t you dare leave me, Griff.” My heart stutters, the realization crashing over me like a wave. “Oh my god,” I whisper, my eyes darting between the two of them. “You… and Griff?” Callie looks up at me, her eyes glistening with tears. “Nina, I…”

Not after everything. “Breathe,” Damon said, gripping my shoulders. “It’s over. That wasn’t now. You’re here. Right here. You're fighting, you are willing to fight. You just have to keep going.” I choked back a sob. “She’s still in my head,” I whispered. “I feel her. She won’t leave. I am trying, but she's growing stronger by the day. She's not going to stop.” “You’re fighting her.” His voice dropped, firm. “That’s what matters. Whether or not she stops does not make a difference. As long as you fight, you are strong. Carter, you can do this.”

He cries out as I grab his face with my hand. I smash his head against the wall over and over again. He cries out, his last working hand reaching for me, scratching me, but I don’t stop. I shove his head into the wall until I see blood. I keep going until I hear a crack and he stops fighting back. That’s when I release him and he slumps to the ground. I don’t bother looking at him, I already know he’s dead.

“The child she…” “The child is hers, and though you have donated the sperm, I wouldn’t consider a fucking thief the legal father.” He said, stopping the man. Elijah let out a low growl, and Dean glared at him before he tensed. I knew that things could end up getting dirtier than we wanted them to be. However, Dean didn’t have the chance to react as Irina cried out. I frowned in confusion before turning to face her. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand on her stomach.

I won't let that happen. The camp's activities are the same old, same old. I'm honestly getting tired of the repetition. To be honest, I don't believe in this whole conversion thing. I know these gay people hate it here and don't want to be here, but who knows? Maybe someone actually wants to get "converted." Except, obviously, that drama queen Adrian. Saying his name makes me gag every time. Sitting beside Adrian makes me want to stab myself in the head with whatever weapon I can get my hands on-especially while listening to these Bible verses that I personally don't even understand.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Williams growled in frustration as he changed back to his human form then returned back to camp. The Beta breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that Williams had stopped following him and could not track him anymore in any way, but realized that he had a new problem in hand. He ran with one thing in his mind; get to Damien ’s camp alive with the hope of joining up with him to evade the wrath of Williams who he could never go back to now because of his apparent betrayal. He made the decision without a second thought because Williams was leading them into a meaningless battle with senseless obsessions and no hope of winning at all. Damien and his pack had ended most of their men while Wil

Sensing her unease, he handed her his phone and spoke in a calm voice, "Call your stepmother. She must be worried sick. Your phone has been off for an entire day." Taking the phone, she expressed her gratitude in a hushed tone before walking towards the window to make the call. Nora, still concerned that Daphne would give in to Jacob, bombarded her with questions. Unsure of how to respond, Daphne anxiously bit her lip. Observing her distress,Griffin took the phone from her and spoke gently, "Mrs. Howard, Daphne is at my home.I’m Griffin Reyes, and I'm a lawyer." Daphne was taken aback by his admission.