Romans & histoires Griffin Dunne

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!

My answer is consistent, “I’m here for my music and not to sell my personal life.” “We can work things your way, tell us what’s the real relationship between you and Devin,” Timothy convinced me over and over. “Right,” Camila second, her blue eyes glimmering with something I couldn’t put a name on. “Are you and Devin that child’s parents?” My ears perk up at her words. “My son’s name is Griffin, don’t call him just a child because he’s my son.” The conviction in my voice made Natalie grip my hand. I was holding a fork above the table so tight that my fist was turning white.

he explained. Tate's grip on my hand tightened. "Grayson White? I spoke to him on the phone last week. He was giving me the update on that whole deal. I'm Alpha Tate Pines by the way. I apologize for my first impression. My mate and I were in a private quarrel before all of this," he said diplomatically. I rolled my eyes and took my hand away from his. "Actually, he was just being an asshole and I was being pissed," I corrected with a smug look. Kai chuckled and patted my back. "You're just like your mother.

The table was a marble countertop that showed the map of the secret divisions, stretching from Khriva, down to Varagrafena, and beyond the mountains that led to Norspatia! “Okay, what’s the rush?” Crescent called out in his deep, gravel voice. “You won’t believe it guys but I saw her. She is coming!” Eriva informed exuberantly with a huge smile, her deep yellow eyes brimming with excitement. “And who is “her”?” Poseidon was the one who popped the question, with deep furrows of confusion marring his perfect, clean, shaved face. “Grisha! She is coming and she will be among this year’s intake.” She laid the news to us causing us to look at her in disbelief.

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Blake Ever since I was thirteen, I have wondered how my mate would be. Would she be a good Luna? Will she be as beautiful as I'd hope she'd be? Will she love me the way I already love her? My father has always trained me harder than any other member of our pack. Any free time I have I must practice, I train, I work out, not because I want to look buff like my best friend Tyler presumes to do so, since his goal is to look good for his future mate. But, because I need to make sure I am ready to defend and protect my pack at any cost. I do it to be able to defend my future Luna at all costs. She will be half my soul after all, and if I can not defend her, then I am worthless as an alpha

I never shaved and I kept a two-day stubble in check with a trimmer. I parked my truck, a Chevrolet Silverado, at the curb and walked to the diner. I smiled at the old couple walking hand-in-hand past me. Mr. and Mrs. Huffley were married for close to fifty years and they were probably the oldest couple in Epworth. I let them walk into the diner first and sat down at my regular table. I’d been eating breakfast at the diner for six months, every day of the week when I wasn’t on assignment. My table had become my regular table because I could survey the street and the sidewalk and my back was against a wall.

“How do I take a breath when my best friend, my brother, is lying cold with no wounds, no signs of struggle, nothing? Just... gone. Like he was erased. I am trying to find a reason to explain what happened to him. I don't even know how he ended up that way. He went for something, he went to look out for something and suddenly he comes back, appears here and dead. We've been looking for him for weeks and nothing, no signs of him. We believed that he was traced somewhere. Just when we thought that we would find him, he was not there. Only for him to appear this way, lifeless, woundless, nothing had happened to him and yet he is dead.” My heart ached. I’d never seen him like this, not even when