Griffin Stagg Novels & Stories

But maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe it just proves that even though I’m on this path to make the people who broke me pay, I’m not actually a bad person. I’m just done. Done with their vanity and viciousness. Done with the way they act so high and mighty when their hearts are darker than fucking charcoal. “I just got word from my people I recently planted at the Blackwood Villa,” Griffin says, pulling me out of my thoughts. He’s sitting right next to me, his arm resting lazily on the back of the couch, our thighs almost touching.

"Even if you leave today you still need to come back here the other day because you're working under my company, so why leave? By the way, I'm Brigor Sapphirus Griffin." He said smiling like he hit a jackpot. Damn you jerk!

"Don't be naive. Wall Street is not a place where a miner's-town girl changes the rules with pretty speeches. My family has roots here. Networks, funds, board seats. You can't pick those up by having dinner with the right men a few times." I listened quietly. Under that elegant face, what had been hidden for fifty years finally showed itself. A stolen name, a stolen identity, a stolen life, and still the same arrogance. She was not Grace Walker. Grace Walker was my grandmother, who had died with her eyes open, still whispering the name of the man who had promised to come back. I tightened my palm and kept my voice cold. "Are you done? Mrs. Hale, the result will not change. Please leave."

A FLIP OFF Griffin was sitting on the hood of his car while drinking water when he sensed another familiar presence. He put down his water bottle and smirked at Hailey. "Came here to rub off your school's victory?" He asked. Hailey just shrugged, "I am surprised that you even managed to reach the semi finals." Griffin scoffed, "I would have won had Sirius' little lover not encouraged him. And Sirius had not got the sudden urge to show off in front of him."

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

I should talk to someone about how I feel, and I trusted Stefano. "I left my family because they would abuse me mentally and physically. Since I was a little girl, I always waited for that final blow that would kill me. When I turned twenty, I had the strength to run away. Now they want me back, and so does Sergei. I'm scared because they will kill anyone standing in their way. I'm scared that if they do get me, I'm as good as dead. I don't want anyone to get hurt or killed because of me," I said, looking at him with tears in my eyes. "I understand, but you are wrong. I don't know why Johnny wants to protect you, but I do know that when you have Johnny Gravano on your side, you don't have an

Zayden was trying too hard to impose his Alpha aura on Griffin, but Griffin chuckled darkly and said directly. "I like it that my hard work paid off and you both aren't that whiny little crybabies you both were before." He remarked and Zayn glared at him. "Why did you have to come here? Couldn't you have stayed in a hotel?!" Zayn asked through gritted teeth and Griffin raised a brow at his words. He pulled off his black suit Jacket, revealing the black shirt he had underneath that clung to his body, accentuating his strong muscles and biceps.

Griffin had zero self-control and no sense of higher purpose. While most people stayed away from vices, he dove headfirst into them. He would blow his stolen money and resources on gambling and women, too restless to live alone for even a day. He fooled people for a living. That was all he ever did. Hayley's old base had been on his radar once, but they were too far off the grid, surrounded by empty land with no nearby settlements. That saved them from his schemes. She hadn't thought much of Griffin back then. It wasn't until long after he had left that she heard about what he had done through the base's broadcast station.

Waine’s current reaction was even more animated than when Blaze had introduced himself. In fact, he was so excited that he disregarded any form of reservation and strode towards him before bending slightly to catch Xavier’s hand and shake it vigorously. “Mr. Griffin, hello, hello! I’m Waine Carter, a big fan of yours. Super big fan!” Zayn was in a daze too. He finally recognized who it was. It was Xavier Griffin, the most famous name in antique collection. The last time he saw him was before his grandfather’s paralysis as the two older men were friends.

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.