Griffin Oc Novels & Stories

Knocking on his door, I pushed it open when he said ‘come in’ and I took in the sight in front of me. Griffin was holding a small wooded golf club while Devin and Sharon were standing on the side of a green matting with a little hole at the end. There were also coloring books and children's books scattered on the receiving area of his office as well as above his desk. “Mama!” Griffin was first to notice me, even when I knocked, Devin’s attention was solely focused on Sharon. Who wouldn’t? She was wearing a red bandage dress that clung to her body like a glove. They’re the same age yet Sharon looks a lot younger, she could be mistaken as twenty-five though she’s already thirty-three.

But Griff had noticed it too, and he’d been determined to make me his. Until he’d gotten what he wanted and rejected me. He filled their flutes with the bubbly liquid, and the trio clinked glasses. “And where is he now?” I snarled. “Franklin Gri ths is safely ensconced in the heart of Shifter City,” Hades replied. “The most magically secure enclosure in the Supernatural World.”

Even listening to their howl, Griffin remained calm. . #TBC

"But you'll consider it when you realize I'm not bluffing." He swiped his phone screen without taking his eyes off me, then turned it to display a live feed: Griffin's classroom at Westridge Academy, empty except for his abandoned backpack on his desk, the blue and gray one with the robotics team patch I'd sewn on myself after his first competition victory. The timestamp in the corner showed the current time: 3:02 AM. My blood turned to ice. "Where is he?" The words tore from my throat, raw and primal, the question of a mother rather than a CEO or an ex-wife.

This one, however, had more information NAME: GRIFFIN SPECIES: ANGEL LOCATION: ALWAYS ON THE MOVE - WE ARE TRACKING AGE: APPROXIMATELY THREE HUNDRED YEARS OLD RELATIONSHIPS: UNKNOWN FAMILY: ABANDONED - No known living relatives It is so unlike me, but I am so preoccupied with the information in front of me that I don't realise we have stopped until someone taps me on the shoulder. I look up and see the driver "Sorry to disturb you, miss, but we are stopping for the night. You are welcome to stay onboard the bus, but there is a room included in the price of your ticket in that motel over there..."

"I promised to make you tea last time. I didn't expect it to happen so soon." Xander lowered his gaze and took a sip. "It's delicious." "By the way, Pamore is such a big place. Where do you think Jessica could be hiding?" "Have you heard of hiding in plain sight?" "You mean she might be right under our nose?" As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. Grace opened it, revealing Shawn. "Mr. Griffin, congratulations on the reopening." Her figure blocked the view of Xander behind her. Shawn smiled. "Just call me Shawn. My men said you have a gift for me."

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.

Seeing him again reminded me of how creepy he was towards me and that I did not want to be near him ever again. Griffin was leaning against the doorway while his eyes landed right on us. I do not know what is going on inside his head but I do know that he is not someone to mess around with. There was something else with the way he looks at me and I did not like how he would stare into my eyes. It seemed as if I had done something wrong that he is not happy about. “Ahh," Griffin moans dryly. "The couple.” He says with a grin plastered on his face. "The beloved couple who is always talked about in the campus."

My network included traffic cameras, police cameras, security cameras, private and state owned, and it was only a matter of time. There wasn’t anything else I could do in here but wait for something to happen, so I locked the shed and went back inside the house. Oracle Octavia was in the living room waiting for me and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear what she was going to say, her expression was one of irritation. “Octavia,” I said in greeting. “Griffin,” she replied. “It’s too early for wine, coffee?” I offered. “Thank you,” she said and sat down on the couch.

"Maren, they brought bodyguards." "It doesn't matter." I grabbed the jacket from my bedside and pulled it on. "Let's go." Griffin stood in the center of the landing pad with his people already positioned at his side. His gaze swept over the base, taking in the rust-eaten tin walls, the dock piled high with equipment, and the cables caked in grease. The corner of his mouth curled with undisguised contempt. Then, he saw me. His eyes lingered on me for less than half a second before moving on.