Griffin From Bunk'd Novels & Stories

I glanced up at him and bit my bottom lip. "You're a very lovely doctor and smell divine," he said sincerely and I grinned slightly and told him thanks but I needed him to start walking on his own. Griffin nodded and after brushing his hair back with his fingers started stepping after the soldier out the steel door. The other soldier followed after us aiming his gun at Griffin's back. The soldier that was beside me hurried forward and unlocked the door to my cryptids. Enzo rushed to the bars and nodded to Griffin. "Good evening Grif, sorry about your poor sister, she was a lovely woman," he said with true sincerity. Griffin nodded and was surprised to see the vampire.

Beckett Griffin called on a Wednesday afternoon with the specific energy of a man who had news and had been sitting on it for exactly as long as he could manage which was apparently not very long. "She is showing," he said before I said hello. "Griffin," I said. "Emma," he said. "She is showing. There is a visible." He stopped. "There is a bump Beck. An actual bump." I sat back in my chair. Looked at the ceiling.

“Her Grace, Princess Sonnet.” The turnkey’s piercing voice resounded through the deathly still dungeon. I walked to the deepest wet cell and stopped before it. Chained to the wall inside was the once proud and triumphant Griffin, the general of the northern frontier. His wedding tunic had long since become tattered rags. They were stained with dried blood and filth. A pungent stench of decay emanated from him. Hearing the announcement, he struggled to lift his head. That once handsome face had been beaten beyond recognition.

If my father was alive he would have done same. "Apologize" he ordered. "Uncle let it be" intervened aarav and earned a slap too. "I am sorry." I mumbled. "You will also be there at dinner" he declared. "But he don't have family" said Griffin. "I have. I have two brothers. Not by blood but I do have family." I spoke startling them "Who?" Asked griffin. "You piece of shit, Don't even know a thing about your daughter's partner. I am ashamed of you." Shout peter at griffin.

No sense scaring a kid near-to-death, he figured, especially if he wanted Claire to see him as a decent guy. “Hi, Tanya,” Claire said. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Really?” Tanya said, looking Griff up and down. “Hi. I’m Tanya.” “John Griffin,” he said. “But everyone calls me Griff.” “Oh, do they now?” Claire said with heavy sarcasm. “I had noooooo idea.”