Griffith Gender Novels & Stories

But when it came to family and Charlotte, he spoke a few more words, using plain and sincere language without any hint of insincerity. The journalist was obviously smart. Seeing that he was willing to speak more, she immediately shifted the topic to the family. "Your wife is pregnant. Do you hope for a boy or a girl?" Griffith didn't hesitate. "Either is fine." After saying that, he added, "As long as they're healthy." For a moment, those who cursed him as a greedy capitalist fell silent. Mainly because he had indeed gone through a lot, and he was quite something. Even if you wanted to criticize him for seeking fame, he had donated substantial amounts of money, so you couldn't really critici

He took a step forward, but I shifted Adelaine behind me, shielding the crying female with my body. “Being her mate doesn’t give you the right to hit her. Not her, not any female. Is that how you plan to treat the women of your realm?” I asked through my teeth, not letting his wolf’s aura cow me. Griffith saw him as barely more than a pup. Honestly, I had no idea what Adelaine had been thinking… “It’s my realm, and you’re no longer the General, nor will you be. This isn’t your concern. Adelaine, come!,” he ordered, trying to shoulder past me.

It wasn’t like I set out to be single my entire life, but wolves didn’t throw themselves at women, especially when they weren’t beautiful or submissive. “So, my wolf and hers were the same?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. “Cathwulf’s other half was the most radiant Arctic wolf in existence,” he said with a fond smile. “Mine was utterly smitten.” “But you didn’t feel the same?” I asked. Griff hesitated for long enough for me to gauge that his lack of an answer was a resounding no. “She was a di cult woman to love.” “Because she didn’t dance?”

If my father was alive he would have done same. "Apologize" he ordered. "Uncle let it be" intervened aarav and earned a slap too. "I am sorry." I mumbled. "You will also be there at dinner" he declared. "But he don't have family" said Griffin. "I have. I have two brothers. Not by blood but I do have family." I spoke startling them "Who?" Asked griffin. "You piece of shit, Don't even know a thing about your daughter's partner. I am ashamed of you." Shout peter at griffin.

Griffin turned to his back and covered his eyes with his forearm in embarrassment. "Did you see my ladder?" He lifted his arm to see my reaction. I giggled softly and told him it looked painful. His eyes glowed at me when he said, "quite the opposite actually, for the receiver it's pleasant. It hurt like hell getting it done though." My cheeks turned pink at my naughty thoughts. Griffin lifted his arm and told me to get comfortable. I laid my head against his smooth chest and looked up at him smiling down at me. Why does he have to be so fuckable? My wolf was laughing at me in my mind. His scent was a cashmere and sandalwood blend and I inhaled it with delight. "What happened to me not needi

Theria made a clawing motion on the word bestial. “Yeah. It’s like we are becoming one.” “The anchor’s job is to help make the separation easier. Once the anchor is chosen, it is for life, because griffins mate for life. Do you understand? Archon may be a spirit, but when it chose the griffin form, it also took on all of the griffin's traits, and habits.” “So I am looking for the rest of my life?” Warren tried to wrap his mind around the concept. “Yes, I am afraid so.”

Since Lily hadn’t received any special training to be a maid in a great noble house, she just assumed Atthy’s curiosity was normal and didn’t suspect anything. ''It’s not like that, Duchess... Physically, Griffiths have above-average records. So, don’t worry about that...'' Lily responded with a smile, thinking that perhaps Atthy was concerned about the vitality of men. Unfortunately, Atthy, being so innocent, didn’t think about that at all. ''Duchess, did you know that Griffith is called the Wolf of Alpen?'' Atthy shook her head, answering Lily’s question.

He looked over at the other men, “Hans, get her some water.” “What are you doing Felix?” asked an older man, as the younger man ran off. “Griff, we don’t torture.” He looked at the man before turning back to me. “Who are you?” “You can’t believe anything she says, she’s a manipulator. She killed her own kind,” claimed Griff. Killed my own kind? I could never… I blacked out, I’m missing a lot of time, what if I did do something? I was messing around with a lot of spells. What if… I began breathing fast again.

Dylan fucking Griffin. I used to have a crush on him back in third grade but not anymore. I have other things to worry about then a blond haired guy noticing how much I liked him. Besides, it was a long time ago and I don't feel shit for him now. His father is the Pack's Gamma and he's mated to a human woman so that makes him hybrid. Not as strong as us but strong enough. He must have felt our presence because he turned immediately and looked at us with wide eyes. Like he wasn't expecting us here.

"Young man, without treatment—" "I'll still be me." Griffin stepped fully into the room, his chin lifted with that stubborn, infuriating, perfect Coleman defiance I'd seen in Michael during our better days. The family trait that had drawn me to his father and that now filled me with equal parts pride and terror in our son. "And I'd rather have thirty good years than a hundred as someone else's experiment." Maria made a small sound of protest. "Griffin, this isn't about changing who you are. It's about fixing a mistake—"