Griffin From Bunk'd Novels & Stories

I move in time with his thrusts, moaning as his cock stiffens. “Fuck yes, Cora. Just like that.” Griffin’s thrusts turn slow and deep as he comes. We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, grinning at each other as our chests heave with exertion. I roll into his side just as his phone starts to beep. Griffin rolls over, grabs the phone from the nightstand, and checks the message. All the color drains from his face as he unlocks the phone and pulls up an article. As I make my way downstairs, tears roll down my cheeks.

Griffith: [Bring the blanket over. She grumbled and reluctantly got up, hugging the blanket, and headed to the master bedroom. Griffith was standing by the bed, drying his hair with a towel. She put down the blanket and was about to turn around when Griffith opened the drawer, took something out, and tossed it at her feet.

Alpha Griffin, on the other hand, was furious out of his mind. Now as I picked up the glass of water and drank it, I became anxious because I really, really did not want to be anywhere near a mad dog who had lost his favorite bone. I was walking at the first floor, past all the guest rooms when I became still as I heard Alpha Griffin bark furiously,

Griff said, low, watching Ricki's face for the damage. "Heard about the dent too, probably." "Heard about that too." Griff's eyes moved to the bunk frame, studied the marks, and something crossed his face that wasn't quite alarm. Closer to recognition. "You learn the rules in here, or the rules learn you. That's the whole thing. Nobody warns you which one's happening at any given moment." "Which one's happening to me right now?" "Don't know yet," Griff said, flat, tired, more honest than comforting. "But you put a hand-shaped dent in state property and didn't grow a single claw doing it. That's not nothing, Delano. That's not stress either."

Still, I stood my ground; I didn’t move and couldn't even breathe. “Gritt, you know who it is?” I heard one of the men asked. “Of course,” Griffin replied, his tone carrying that sickly sweetness in it. “Maltideon fucking Barbie. I knew somehow fate would throw her back to me. Come out now, hot stuff. You’ve got three minutes.” His words came again, curling violently inside me. I pressed myself deeper into the leaves, body trembling. My breath came ragged and shaky. Please let this be a nightmare. Please let me wake up—

Pack guards are sent out to look endlessly for Griffin. After several attempts, he was found living miserable in a woodland. He was brought home back but he never hesitate to change his vision. Entertainment world needs a whole lot of concentration and attention. His grades were dropping drastically until he finally made up his mind to quit education and focus more on his company. His first girlfriend, grace vowed on her mom’s grave never to settle for less. She told Griffin she couldn’t start a life with a man that has no good grades and no great degree.

Of taking advantage even though she said yes, even though she pulled him closer, even though every touch felt like coming home. After, she fell asleep in his arms. Griffin lay there in the dark, guilt eating him alive. She'd been drugged. Vulnerable. And he'd... He was no better than the man who'd put something in her drink. The sun was rising when he finally pulled away. She didn't wake. Just curled into the pillow where he'd been, still wearing his jacket. Griffin found hotel stationery. Wrote a note because disappearing without explanation felt worse than staying. *You were in danger. I made sure you were safe. I hope you're okay. - G*

,he asked. "I don't know, we didn't check, he just asked us to deliver it", I said.. He chuckled, "You must have gone crazy, we didn't order no package from Griffin, the last time we spoke he said he was sending in a bomb to destroy us all", the man said. My heart skipped a beat. WTF??? "A bomb??", I asked again. "Griffin is an enemy, I'm surprised he actually brought this here boldly, he must really take us as a joke", one of them said from behind.

Caught off guard, his infectious smile brings a smile of my own to my features. "Well buddy," he says briskly, stepping forward as he takes my hand in his. "So glad to see you." "Well buddy?" I ask, feeling a burning look pierce my back. Unconsciously I shiver. "You know... because we were in the well together. Got it?" He laughs. I stare at him hard. "Yeah, it's a bad name," Griffin says shyly after seeing my expression, "but I like it." "I don't want to talk about wells ever again," I growl as I remove my hand from hers. "But I appreciate the sentiment, whatever it is."

My voice was loud, rough with fury, and he flinched, nodding furiously. “Good,” I said, holding up the medicine bottle to the camera. “Tell me—what do you know about this?” Griffin’s eyes widened, the recognition in them immediate. He began mumbling through the cloth tied around his mouth, but his words were garbled. “Derrick, remove that cloth,” I snapped. “He’s trying to say something.” “Yes, sir.” Derrick moved swiftly, untying the cloth around Griffin’s mouth and tossing it aside. Griffin exhaled loudly, gasping as though he’d been deprived of air for hours. He blinked at the camera before locking his watery eyes on me.