Griffith Gender Novels & Stories

I nodded my head, walking with him, “She actually agreed without putting up a fight or like a rule or something. I am still shaken up.” “Good. I had my people prepared to shoot her if she didn’t.” My head flipped to face him, “WHAT?” “What?” he said nonchalantly, and ignored me. The sound of ambulance filled the grounds as Alpha Griffin was carried back to the pack house. “This was tragic.” I whispered under my breath, “I thought once Lorenzo and Leila are out of our way, I am going to feel happy. But this just feels so sad. Everyone except Alpha Griffin had to play a role that they didn’t want to play. And Alpha Griffin was so focused on gender descrimination of his children that now he has

She shuddered when he lay down and placed a large hand over her stomach. "Is this fine?" Scarlett's heart fluttered, and she whispered. "Yes." "I can feel the kicking..." "Do you want to know the gender?" Griffin's lips were in her hair as he held her. "Tell me." "We are going to have boys—William and Nathan." "That's amazing." "I know." "I can hardly wait." "Me too." Griffin stroked her stomach, but eventually, his hand sneakily traveled to Scarlett's breasts. She held her breath while Griffin felt the weight of one and groaned. He was getting riled up.

Griffith might be a bit pissed that I’d slipped out, but I was sure that he’d agree that it really was better this way. He wasn’t interested in me as a woman. He’d ignored me for years. The only reason he’d given me the time of day tonight was because I had evidently stumbled into some sort of undercover operation. God, I’d made a fool out of myself, practically swooning when he’d slid his fingers into my hair, the tug having my nipples going hard, and when he’d talked about how wet my panties would be, how much I loved being bared in public… I’d been unable to hold back a moan. To be honest, even his talk about spanking me… his fingers running across the buckle of his belt… all of that had

“You know, it’s a shame you’re here alone. A woman like you deserves to be appreciated properly.” I tried to step back again, but his hand reached out, brushing against my arm, holding me in place. “I’m not alone,” I said, my voice more steady than I felt. “I’m here with someone. Adam Griffith.” “Oh, Adam Griffith?” he chuckled, a low, oily sound that made me want to disappear. “I’ve heard about him. Big shot Alpha, huh? Bet it’s hard living under that kind of shadow. Must be lonely, being the mistress of someone like him… someone that has a lot of women at his beck and call.”

Ashford said as he moved to them and slowly squatted down looking at their face closely then again standing up throwing the blanket from Arya’s body exposing her skin to the cold wind. “What are you doing?” Gatlin said trying to stand up but fall again and helplessly sits on the ground looking at his niece whom he promised to take care of, “nothing just checking gender, ohh look she is a girl just what I wanted” Ashford said as his eyes looked at her face which had little features of Griffin, “she is just a child born two days ago” Adair said and looked around, those people calling them sinner because they loved each other but they accepted Ashford who is a beast in human’s clothing.

“Yeah, well. Take a number, Rhodes.” Luke looked supremely unconcerned. “What number?” “Huh?” “I mean, how many guys do I have to beat off to get my chance with her?” Griff laughed, a deep, rolling sound from his broad chest. “Oh, I figure there are about three guys hanging around with hopes.” “And they’ve got them? Hopes?” “Nah.” Griff shook his blond head. “Selena’s hard on men, but that ain’t no surprise.” “Hard how?”

Using the palm that’s stroking her hair, to push her head back. We have changed, in the physical sense. Griffin wears mostly black now, and has piercing on parts of his body. His hair has grown longer, and he has gotten worse with showing emotions. And he’s very petty, and a cultured degenerate. “Griffin, that’s his name. And yes, we have had changes. As have you.” She stiffens, and I regret mentioning. Griffin has been acting like a basic wounded bitch. Refusing to protect our mate. Anastasia is not fragile, and I’ll admit, I love the bossy, mean version of her just as much as I love this version.

Her nipples peaked against his palms and made it nearly impossible for him to leave that tiny bow done up. “Keep talking,” Griffin growled, his hands skimming back down over her torso. It was easier to ignore the feel of her if she kept annoying him. “You were saying something about men like me?” He knelt at her feet and unzipped one of her boots. “Yes… Men like you…” she said, and her voice was only a touch uneven. “Men who only want one thing from women… and then discard them when they’re finished.” “That ‘one thing’ being sex, I take it?”

I didn’t even have to smile. I remembered Brett telling me one time, “You know, I never understood why you’re hung on Gracie. You do know you’re a hundred times prettier than she is, right?” He was not the only one who said that. I heard guys whisper the same thing when they thought I was out of earshot. “What a waste! She’s attracted to girls and she’s not even aware that she’s more attractive than they are!” Just because I didn’t dress like a girl, doesn’t mean I’m automatically attracted to girls. I just believed that individuality knows no gender. People were quick to judge, but I didn’t care.

I want nothing to do with you. Thoughts of Daphne flooded Griffin’s mind. The way she looks at him,the way she smiles and laugh,the way she talks…the way she eats… God,he was missing her already. Daphne was so different from all the women he had ever been with. Since a young age,Griffin had been surrounded by women who admired,pursued and submitted to everything he wanted.None of them dared to throw a tantrum or get mad at him. Maybe,that was why he had been hoping that Daphne would eventually submit to what he wanted.Afterall,he was Griffin Reyes.