Griffin Stagg Novels & Stories

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.

And without Fenrir to guide Griff, he went looking for his father and landed in a new set of problems. The vision shifted to the tall hedgerows that bordered the alpha’s compound, which had once been my home. I glanced down at my body, noting that I was not only wearing a three-piece navy suit with a polyester shirt but that it was unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of a hairy chest. We must have skipped ahead at least a decade because Griff had been in his mid-twenties when he arrived in Logris. It was a bright spring day, and Griff walked alongside the hedge, holding a Tiffany-blue box wrapped in a white ribbon. As he rounded the corner to approach the compound’s iron gates, he cr

he intoned flatly, “I don’t give a damn about how much dog tags he managed to salvage, because the moment I see him… is when his fate is sealed!” Xander’s voice was so laced with biting bloodlust that it seeped through the crowd’s skin and reached their bones like icy blades. They shivered. “R-Right! Mr. Griffin’s right!” “Wow, you’re the coolest, Mr. Griffin! You’re an absolute king!” “I’m hardly surprised. Just take a look at his position! He’s the Veep for Northmob Council and the king of expert fighters. Destroying Zayn is like flattening a goddamned ant with his foot!”

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.”

“Well, my father and I are the mentors for my boy here. You saw his work didn’t you? He is good right?” “Yes, he is talented. You know I have eyes only for rare talents.” Samuel was just looking back and forth at their interaction. He didn’t know they were already familiar with each other. Griffin chuckled at how Samuel was reacting to their conversation. “Griffin is my best friend's little brother. He is a very well known art collector among the entertainment industry. He is almost a decade younger to me. Gabriel, my best friend, is also the most successful neurosurgeon in the country right now.”

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.

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.