Griffin Oc Novels & Stories

Angela told Griffin. Griffin pulled out his phone and saw a full screen of notifications from Anna. Unanswered calls and messages flooded his screen, but he ignored them. "Come on, it's a holiday, Griffin! Why are you here?" someone chimed in, approaching him. The person looked fresh and neat. "Are all girls this troublesome?" Griffin asked Dicky, who squinted at him, surprised by the question from his friend and company president. "Who? Anna?" Dicky guessed.

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.

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.”

"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."

ONIX’S POV I was taking a nap in my car. Gr! Gr! My phone rang, I dipped my hands into my pocket. Oh it was my Griffin calling, I picked up the call placing it on a loud speaker as I toss it on the passenger seat He couldn’t wait a bit to exchange greeting when he voiced out “We need to talk, son.” Griffin said, sounding frantically at me. Only the goddess knows what this man is up to, He had never requested my attention urgently.

We waited for a while until meeting drunk Griffin slamming open the door, surprising all of us with his ginger Afro hair. His cinnamon horns sticking straight out of them. He had a pick sticking out of his hair and a drink in the other he started picking his hair making it bigger than it needed. He wore a loose red flannel with capri shorts and a t-shirt that said, LOVE PEACE AND LUNCH, then after scratching his butt heavily. Well all looked away in disgusted as he brought it back up to sniffed it. “Oh, Hey yah ladies welcome to casa Griffin come in.” He laughed holding the door for us, we looked all still wondering if we should follow the drunk half griffin half goat.

Omar shook his head, still searching with his eyes before turning to volunteer. "Am fine, I thought I saw someone I knew before"He says, yanking the volunteer's hand away, before stepping into the bathroom. Alvarez's Residence...... The house was quiet as usual, Mrs. Griffin sat on the couch ramming through her cell phone as well as busying her mouth with some potatoes chips, she sat with her legs crossed on the couch, which Omar hated the most, his mom technically one of the most hilarious people he'd ever meet. "He's not home". She concluded.