Griffin Stagg Novels & Stories

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.

Jake thought it was a good idea to be the personal assistant to his best friend, the devil incarnate. Griffin crosses his arms, the sinewy muscles of his biceps flexing beneath the black t-shirt. “If you hate working for me so much, you should have quit before now. I don’t see the point in making yourself miserable day in and day out.” “That would make you happy.” I glance over his shoulder, but Kaleigh is busy teasing a man at the bar. “I have other things I should be doing right now.” Griffin steps into my path when I try to step around him. “What things do you have to be doing right now? It looks like you came here alone.”

“Why are you looking at me so alertly? I won’t do anything to you right now.” What he said sounded like he wanted Fane to be at ease, yet it was a complete power show. Fane frowned; this person did not come bearing good intentions. He had no idea who this person was as he had only joined the Dual Sovereign Pavilion recently. He could not have offended a chosen disciple, either. Fane could only gesture politely with his hands out of his mannerism. “May I know who you are?” Griffin raised his eyebrows. “I’m a chosen disciple, Griffin Olsen. Remember this name; you’ll be hearing it often in the future.”

“You know why I am here, Blake. Start talking.” He looked at me ready to recount the story of everything. His eyes were filled with a mix of guilt, a stark contrast to the determined demeanor he usually carried. “Griffin’s wife grandfather and grandmother were well-respected members of the mob,” he started, “but there were always those who sought to undermine their power.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I was one of their closest allies, and I saw that they made more and gave little. Then when it was given to Griffin, he shared the gains equally but I wanted more.”

Paige told me while staring at Nina and Ryver. "Yeah, he seems like a nice guy," I told Paige in suspicion but she didn't even notice that I was suspicious, she was too caught up in watching Ryver- and Nina of course. "Come on! I'm confronting Griff, he's been avoiding me ever since he dumped me. Like wtf?" Paige angrily asked before she pulled me along with her. She stopped in front of a couch where Griff, Cole, and the blonde were sitting. "Hello, Griffin." Paige deviously greeted Griff and he clenched his jaw before looking up at her.

************* Griffin/Memphis Parker = Human - Angel - Abandoned - Mother Human, Father a Fallen Angel Griffin is Three hundred years old half Angel, but he looks twenty and was found as a baby left on the doorstep of the local church, he was taken in by a loving couple who raised him to know the difference between right and wrong, but as he got older, his birthright started to show itself and made it dangerous to anyone who knew him, he tries to hide it but as others learn of his existence and whereabouts; they look to capture or kill him. *********** Savannah Braxton = Witch - Raised by her Mothers Cover

Gatlin said as he hugged Adair from behind, for two days they have been hiding here thanks to Adair’s military practice he always keeps extra food in his house. While they were planning to leave Country A and start their new and happy life Justin interrupted them with a call, “what’s wrong” Adair asked Justin to take care of Griffin and her daughter for the time begins as his identity as the son of Carter and heir of Gasper’s announced on Stoll’s engagement, this work become easier for him. “Griffin is in a critical moment and asking for Gatlin to see her” Justin said from the other side, just now doctor told him that Griffin can die at any moment.

I sat in my office, legs crossed, my eyes fixed on my phone. What was I so interested in? A picture of Griffy. Well, his full name was Griffin Antonio, but I loved calling him Griffy. It was a nickname I had personally given him, in my heart, anyway. I knew it was kinda lame, but no human being could read minds, so I wasn't too worried about it. Griffy was, like, the hottest man I had ever seen.

He said it loudly enough for everyone to hear this time: “I’m Jason Stiles. Griffin Walker sent me to be your escort for the evening.” For a second, the whole hall went silent. Jason Stiles. The name hit the room like an explosion. People gasped. Some even murmured, “Jason Stiles?” the same way people react when they see someone they’ve only read about in magazines. The heir to the Stiles Group. The businessman who’d been abroad for years. The same Jason who used to be Griffin’s best friend before he left the country. My stomach dropped. “Did she just say Jason Stiles?” someone behind me whispered. “Isn’t that Griffin’s closest friend?”

The beautiful woman's eyes held affection as she asked with unease, "Griffin, Who are they?" He took a sip of brandy and calmly replied, "They are my wife and my daughter." The woman was taken aback. Griffin was not even 30 years old, yet he already had a wife and daughter? Unwilling to delve further into the matter, Griffin promptly distanced himself from the woman. If he hadn't coincidentally see Daphne, he would have chosen a more tactful approach. After all, the commission for this case amounted to 12 billion.