Griffin Stagg Novels & Stories

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.

I stagger back a step, my chest heaving. The noise around me shifts. Not louder. Not quieter. Focused. I lift my head, scanning the edge of the campus just as movement catches my eye. A shadow breaks from the chaos. It moves wrong, too controlled, too deliberate, slipping away from the fight instead of deeper into it. The treeline swallows it inch by inch, darkness closing around a tall, and familiar silhouette. My heart lurches. Griffen. He is already in motion, breaking from the battle, sprinting after the retreating figure without hesitation. His focus is locked on that shadow like nothing else exists.

Stuart blurted out, scowling at me. I felt Griffin tense next to me. I turned towards Griff and tilted my head to show Stuart my mark as I looked at Griff. Griffin smirked when he realized what I was doing but I saw Stuart freeze when he spotted it. "He marked you!" Stuart spat out as Dave tried to silence him. Griffin glared at Stuart but then turned back to Dave. "We were truly blessed by the Goddess to be gifted with them as mates." Griffin began and then focused on Stuart. "I'd like to remind your brother that what I do with my mate is none of his concern. It is between her and I and us alone." Griffin added in a dark voice.

Compared the photos to the man I'd just met. Similar. But not the same. The hair color was off. The build was different. And the eyes. Sterling's eyes in every photo were pale blue. Almost gray. The man I'd just met had steel-blue eyes. --- *Griffin* Forty stories up, Griffin stood at his office window. Watching the Bentley pull away. Watching her leave. "You can't do this." He turned. Tobias stood in the doorway, arms crossed. "Can't do what?" "Don't play stupid. She's supposed to marry Sterling."

Pack guards are sent out to look endlessly for Griffin. After several attempts, he was found living miserable in a woodland. He was brought home back but he never hesitate to change his vision. Entertainment world needs a whole lot of concentration and attention. His grades were dropping drastically until he finally made up his mind to quit education and focus more on his company. His first girlfriend, grace vowed on her mom’s grave never to settle for less. She told Griffin she couldn’t start a life with a man that has no good grades and no great degree.

"Listen, Griffin, I want to know why you're doing this." Griffin took a sip of coffee, then took a deep breath and began telling his story. Griffin told me that he had just returned to our small town as well. He had married the daughter of a wealthy family overseas. Unfortunately, Griffin's wife passed away about a year ago. After that, his in-laws had been fighting him for custody of the child. His in-laws insisted that their daughter's death was related to Griffin, but the truth was, his wife was willing to marry him because she wanted to escape her overly controlling parents. She had no freedom and felt like a corpse.

she replied. All reporters seemed to start considering. “But we all know Mr.Stone has more potential, fame and capability than Mr.Raghu.” one reporter said. There is a little victory smile upon her face, and she said, “Isn’t it? Then why would he steep, so low and marry that too by threatening someone, when any girl would die to marry him.” Reporters all shared a smile, and we can see that it is going in our favor. “Maybe he did it to hurt Mr.Raghu by marrying her?” one of them questioned.

She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave. The photo had been taken three months earlier. Vivian's face went white. The comments rolled too fast to read. [Confirmed. Miller's daughter pretended to be Grace Walker?] [She stole a woman's name, scholarship, and life story, then lived off it for fifty years?] [The real Grace was trapped in that town while Vivian became an artist and philanthropist. I'm sick.] [Three generations stealing: identity, proposals, opportunities.] Henry was sweating harder. The collar of his perfect suit had darkened. He had nothing left to say.