Griffith X Reader Novels & Stories

Too bad it was Harrison’s day off—Stefan had a habit of interrupting those. Oh well. Sucks to be Stefan’s personal and trusted doctor. “On it,” Griffin replied. THE END

It was said that those who barely spoke were the deadliest. It was no folklore anymore, it was a tested and trusted fact at this point because, how did someone as meek and humble as Gregory do something this vile. At least Asher was innocent as I predicted. Xavier owed him an apology and I did as well. The mystery of Griffin death had being solved. Juliet was going to be found soon as well. We had the culprit and he was not going anywhere until he confessed where he hid her

A arousal of sexual tension starts to form between the two of us – and if it were not for Britney walking in on us , who knows what we should of done. “Hmmm…what’s going on here?” Our eye contact is broken , as we both turn to look at Britney with pure horror in our eyes. I quickly push my self away from him – we both stand up and dust ourselves off. “Nothing…We just tripped and fell…” I say to her nervously. “Ah huh…I heard that one before…” she rolls her eyes playfully at me , making me blush in embarrassment. “I am sorry , I do not believe that we have me before…I am Xavier” he reaches out to her , after wiping his dirty hands on his pants. She grabs hold of his hand and shakes , making s

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

Instead I saw cold anger and maybe even hatred in his eyes. “I don’t know how I fucked up so badly,” I said to him. “Where were you Griffin?” he asked me. “Greenville,” I said. “What the fuck man,” he said. “I got a text saying that Damon was murdered not executed,” I said. “You got a text and you didn’t tell me!” he said angrily. “I broke into Chester’s house and found the documents proving it all. I waited, I was so angry so I started watching them. I killed Grant McClaren and left his body in his office for the Council to find, I tortured him first and he told me everything.”

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED. A/N: IF AN*L SEX OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DON'T READ CHAPTER 47. THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN FOR FUN AND ALL THE CHARACTERS WERE CREATED WITH MY FRIENDS IN MIND. THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN WITH MY FRIEND, KATHERINE P IN MIND. I INTERVIEWED HER AND ASKED HER QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT SHE LIKED IN BED AND SHE WANTED ME TO INCORPORATE THIS STUFF INTO KITTY'S CHARACTER TO BETTER PORTRAY HER. I WASN'T GOING TO DO IT — BUT I SAID WHAT THE HELL, WRITING IS SUPPOSED TO BE CREATIVE AND SUBJECTIVE. SO AGAIN YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.

The chirping of birds woke up the beauty from the sleep. Grace rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up straight. Her eyes mindlessly danced all over the room before halting at the side of her bed. A sigh escaped her lips watching Xavier who was sleeping beside her. With his right hand shielding his dark eyes, he looked so peaceful that made her wonder that he was the same who kills people ruthlessly. Her gaze slowly wandered to his bare chest. Tingles erupted in her belly watching the rhythmic rise and fall of his buff chest. An urge to listen to hear his heartbeat swirled inside her but Grace immediately averted her gaze scolding herself for even thinking something so absurd. Well, it wasn't a ne

“But the seven of us here are your mates, and we are the only ones that can protect you from the vampires. If we let you go, we will be in big trouble, and I don’t even want to think about it and the dangers you will have to face.” “But…” “Let me speak,’ he ordered, and I went silent. He continued. “Griffith is in love with Clyde.’ “What!!' My eyes widened. “Yes, that’s why he’s mad at you for tampering with Clyde’s life.’

Grace asked gently as we finished putting the packages back into the box. “Yes. No. Maybe? Actually, yes. Definitely, without a doubt, yes. Grace, I think I may be falling for him. But it's too soon to tell, right? What if I'm just infatuated with the image of Xavier that I've built up in my head?” I spoke quickly and without pause. "Well, you've been having graphic dreams about a biker named X for more than ten years," Grace said with a smile on her lips. I let out a groan and collapsed onto my bed, covering my head with a pillow.

When Grace turned sideways, Xander, who was sitting on the side, was finally seen. The two men saw each other face-to-face. Their vibe was completely different. Shawn was calm and steady, while Xander was more outwardly expressive, with a pair of eyes full of thoughts. The two didn't speak for a moment. Grace hurriedly introduced, "Mr. Griffin, take a seat. This is my boyfriend, Xander Fulton." The word "boyfriend" caused Shawn's pupils to shrink. He pressed his lips into a line before finally sitting down. "Thank you both for coming."