Griffin Campbell Novels & Stories

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."

He pushes back his warm brown locks, and his pale blue eyes swirl with the gold of his wolf as he kicks one of the rogues in the chest. Griffin may be one of the younger warriors and my youngest captain, but he is dedicated, loyal, and not someone to be fucked with. I head up the stairs from the dungeon to the main floor of the pack house, smiling with the satisfaction that two more despicable creatures will meet the moon goddess today. When I step into the kitchen, I see Carter leaning over the island finishing off an array of leftovers from the fridge. “Oh, Carter, make me the happiest girl in the north, and tell me you got them?” I clasp my hands together and coo at my beta.

“I beg to differ. I have a pretty fair recollection of how many women have danced with old Johnnie One-eye, and unless you were that girl in the back row of the Shepherd's Bush Empire during a Yardbirds concert in 1961, I don't think you're one of them.” “Johnnie One-eye?” “My oldest friend.” She shakes her head and looks sorry for me. A familiar figure appears behind her — a short, square man, with no neck and a five-o'clock shadow. Campbell Smith is a Chief Superintendent with a crushing handshake and a no-brand smile. He's wearing his uniform, with polished silver buttons and a shirt collar so highly starched it threatens to decapitate him. Everyone claims to like Campbell — even his enem

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.

I needed to know what had triggered him to kill Vendetta, his self proclaimed friend. I left Anton's office despite his protest and made my way into the cell, where there was a maniacal laughter coming from his cell. Obviously there was someone else in the room and when I rushed over to the cell room, Griffin was using a teaser on him. "Stop that Griffin!" I rushed up to Griffin and ya led the teaser away from him, while Ciro fell to the floor, still laughing weirdly. "What the actual fuck Elena? This dude deserves to be beating. He is an abomination on this earth."

“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.

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.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

“Sit down Iggy.” Caleb spoke calmly. The eighteen-year old eased himself into the chair opposite of Caleb with wary eyes. He rarely ever got a call from the Duncan pack which is something he couldn’t be more grateful for, the last time had been two years ago so he wondered why they’d need him again. Yes, they did keep in touch and he knew of a couple of their cubs who had attended his high school and still dropped by his house for friendly ‘visits’, but he didn’t think he would be walking into their compound this early. They were a friendly bunch and they paid good money for his services, but he still feared them especially since he had first seen Caleb morph into his wolf- he was terrified