Griffin Campbell Novels & Stories

“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.

the priest droned on. People like us? PEOPLE LIKE US?! Oh, I swear to Lady Gaga, I will burn this entire camp to the ground. But, you know, internally. Out loud, I just folded my arms and looked iconic. You're welcome, gays. I’m basically saving our community right now by keeping every violent thoughts to myself. The so-called morning exercise began. Picture a bunch of nuns clapping while we did jumping jacks like sinners at boot camp. I was glaring at the holy squad the whole time when Damian muttered.

~~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.

Janet turned to Griffin with a forced smile before walking away. "Don't mind her," Karen said, waving it off. "Tell me about yourself. You look familiar—I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." "I work for Mr. Stefan Everest. I'm his proxy," Griffin replied simply. Karen’s eyes widened. "Oh my God, that’s right! And what’s that like?" Griffin leaned back. "Are you one of those people who hate him just because he's crippled and mute?" Karen quickly shook her head. "Of course not! I think it's amazing that you’ve stayed with him for so long. And it’s really brave of you to be looking for a company of your own."

“Hello, everyone.” “Hi there, Bree,” the lead singer for Back Roads, a guy Bree had never met but knew through the industry, said. Offering her his hand, he said, “I’m Jim Campbell.” “I know. It’s nice to meet you.” His grip was strong for a tall, lanky dude. Despite his build, he had a handsome face that drove the girls wild. His bright green eyes were warm and inviting.

RUBY. “What's going on here?” I turned to see the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on enter the hall. Dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, his short blond hair was slicked back, accentuating his striking aquamarine eyes. His presence exuded power, and without a word spoken, I knew exactly who he was: Kael, Alpha Frederick's only son. I had seen numerous pictures of him, but his physical presence was far more captivating than I had ever imagined. Kael had been away from home for four years, dedicated to learning and studying how to lead a pack.

“However, sources say that Lynch used to love to party at Extravert nightclub on occasion, and Hansen loved to gamble on horses and pretty much anything else. While there, he’d go to his favorite bookie, Seamus Campbell.” Micah slides his share forward. “Who happens to be Gallagher and O’Doyle’s money man.” Declan nods. “Yeah, it looks like even if they’re not seen together, they’re still doing business together.” He does the hand slide again. “If you look at Campbell’s record, you’ll see that he has quite the rap sheet. He has been arrested for racketeering, money laundering, pimping out minors, and assault, on several occasions. Yet, he somehow manages to get out of extended jail times und

"Mr. Campbell, you're finally here! She's been picking on me." I turned around and finally saw Cohen. My eyes lit up. No wonder Dad said I'd be happy with this match. With his broad shoulders, long legs, and sharp features, he looked about 70% like my favorite comic character. That alone was enough for me to give him one more chance. I smiled. "Mr. Campbell? I'm Bella Hurley, your blind date. Your father should have told you about me." Cohen's father, Ruben Campbell, had once been nothing more than a small-time underling in the Cerulean Gang. It was Dad who recognized his business talent and gave the Campbell family the backing to rise step by step to where they were now.