Griffin Dunne Novels & Stories

She comments as she bites on her lower lip. “ Yeah, plus I love food.” I eat like there is no tomorrow. “ So where is Santino’s brother?” “ Oh Maximo, he is on a business trip. He will be back after three days I think.” She answers sounding unsure. I still don’t know who she is in this household.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

We got to hang out at the packhouse more often and I became best friends with Trainors and most of the teens at the packhouse. It's been two months since we graduated from college. I now work as the Human Resource Manager at Selena Textiles– a factory founded by Alpha Lex, where Daniel is the CEO. Both Daisy, Dylan, and Arnold work there too. Prove out Arnold was not as bad as I thought! The thing that made him miserable was drugs and his high school in Jamaica. But since he broke up with Nico, and his father Rebuked him for using too much ebonics, excessive slang, and a weird way of speaking by omitting words, he has become normal. It was all because of Drugs.

Right now, his main concern was dealing with the problem at hand. Cassian and Dunley both walked over to where Griffin and Jorm were duking it out, still evenly matched. Dunley didn't rush in and join the fight. He stood off to the side, playing the role of a wise and seasoned expert as he gave his commentary. "Griffin's not too shabby. It's a shame he lost an arm. Otherwise, in another ten years, he'd definitely rank in the top three on the Dragonite Ranking. I have to admit that Anthony has a good eye for talent," he remarked.

Her gown was getting wet just at the sight of him. "Out of twenty who wished to join, only seven passed. Impressive," Sylvester spoke, his eyes mostly attracted to Griffin. He must be the one his wife admired. "What's your name, big guy?" He gave Griffin a snobby look, standing close. "Griffin," he replied shortly. "Cat got your tongue? You got no fucking surname?" Sylvester spat. "You must be the Don I've been waiting for," Griffin tilted his head a little. "Yeah, I'm the Don. Do you have something to tell me?" Sylvester snickered darkly.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

He is like the celebrity of the corporate world. I search for his social media accounts so I can stalk him better, but other than the company's official pages, I couldn't find anything. Just a F******k fan-made page of Ryan Damison, that’s it. I like him. I. LIKE. HIM. A man who is busy making money has no time for petty fame or social media. My interest in him has reached Jupiter by now. Around five in the evening, when I am almost done with work, the telephone on my table rings. I have my own fucking telephone. So cool!

That name sounds awfully familiar. I raised my hand to stop Jameson from blabbering. He is talking like an automatic rifle. “Hold up, who’s mine and who’s Griffin and what DNA? Did you do something, James? I swear to God if you cheated on Eve-” He took a step back, shaking his head vigorously. “No, no, no. I would never do that. Griffin, the boy on the file. Ren’s son...” ~~ AN, Evan is out. Please follow my Instagram account for updates on my ongoing books. https://www.instagram.com/castiel_lj/ Much love, ljxx

Of course, that would be around the time for the second round of financing. Mr. Griffin happily left. Only the angry Eric and the helpless Selena were left behind. “This old geezer! I’m not dead yet, but he cries as if he’s mourning me.” Eric kicked the chair in front of him. However, he was wearing slippers, so he kicked his foot. He froze in pain. His whole body was covered in injuries. What a pity. Selena moved the chair away and let him sit down again. “Don’t think like that. Mr. Griffin is just here for business. He’s afraid that you’ll implicate him, so he tries to flatter you. It turns out that being a director is so difficult!”