Guts Griffith Novels & Stories

“Quit drinking,it’s useless.Do you think Daphne will come back to you this way?She will only find you even more disgusting!Griffin, how did I teach you, as a man,you fight and grab whatever you want! Are you missing a leg than others?" Griffin’s thin face did not have a single expression. He was silent for a while. A little later, he gently straightened his shirt collar and said in a faint voice, "Dad, I know!" Anthony frowned, "What do you know?" Griffin patted the ice slag off his body, his expression in a trance for a moment.

Elder Griffiths did not correct Greta by telling her that she had made mistakes as well because he thought it would be too tactless of him to say that to Greta who was a grieving mother. “I am sorry for your family’s loss, Greta,” said Elder Griffiths, his voice stayed as calm as ever while he continued, “ I have asked the examiners to finish treating Jordan’s wounds. Once they are done, you can bring your son back with you to the territory——”

Elodie tried to imagine Williams during those years—heartbroken over their separation, building walls around himself to prevent future pain, creating the cold, controlled man she had first met when she returned to his life. "How did Griff find him again?" Grace's expression grew grave. "About two years ago, Griff was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. Cardiomyopathy—his heart is enlarged and failing. He's on the transplant list, but..." She shrugged helplessly. "You never know when a donor will become available, or if Griff will live long enough for that to happen." "He's dying?" Elodie asked in shock. Grace wiped her tears as she nodded. "He could have months, or years, or weeks. The

Before I could react, Johnny had already grabbed a pair of tongs from the utility shelf and pinched up a wad of soiled tissue, moving to shove it into my mouth. He dangled it in front of my face. The smell was sharp enough to make my eyes water. My heart hammered, and my throat tightened. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" I fought to shake them off, but my hands were pinned, and I couldn't move. Daniel was doubled over laughing. "I love watching trash like you squirm."

My lungs ached from the process of holding my breath, and my palms by my side turned slick with sweat as every muscle in my body went tight. And finally I saw them. Griffin. And his crew. They emerged into the clearing, cursing and throwing crude insults about the race. Griffin looked furious, but his shoulders were still squared, his chin lifted high; even after defeat, he still carried himself like he hadn’t lost. A gasp caught in my throat as I tried to process it. My heart was thundering heavily in my chest as I crouched lower. What were they doing here? Was this where they came from?

AUSTRALIA (FIJI) Henry sighed as he paced around in his office, he just saw the news on the internet that saying Mrs. Griffo and her kids were involved in a fatal accident and he has been trying to reach Eddy but couldn't. It happened days ago and he had no idea, how can he be so dumb? He has just been busy lately that he couldn't even check his phone or watch television but was he really busy? Was being busy the excuse for what he has been doing?

Who would have done this to him? “This is what happens when we go soft,” Griff said, voice sharp as broken glass. “they left him like trash.” A growl rippled through the room. Fists slammed tables and curses filled the air. Griff slammed his palm on the table. “We’re striking back tonight. No mercy.” Murmurs rose. Some nodded, eyes blazing for vengeance while others shifted uncomfortably, glancing at one another like they weren’t sure this was the way. I stayed silent. My chest felt heavy, like every heartbeat was dragging me closer to a choice I didn’t want to make.

No sense scaring a kid near-to-death, he figured, especially if he wanted Claire to see him as a decent guy. “Hi, Tanya,” Claire said. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Really?” Tanya said, looking Griff up and down. “Hi. I’m Tanya.” “John Griffin,” he said. “But everyone calls me Griff.” “Oh, do they now?” Claire said with heavy sarcasm. “I had noooooo idea.”

“Sorry, but I don’t like to move around. How about you have your men go inside the kitchen and bring the meat grinder out instead?” Griff laughed even more and turned around to his underlings at the back. “Heh! This little sh*t seems rather arrogant. This makes things even more interesting.” After retracting his sinister grin from his underlings, Griff went on to look at Javier once more. “Sure, I’ll have my men go get the meat grinder out, but I’m going to have to add in some interest. I think you should also put your other hand inside, don’t you agree?” Javier flicked the ashes off his cigarette. “I think it would be even better if you go f*ck the meat grinder.”

And if you have gastric medicine, bring me a box. Charlotte: [You have a stomachache?] Griffith: [Thanks to your cold meatballs.] After a lengthy pause, Charlotte responded. Charlotte: [Wait for me.] Griffith looked at the message. Shortly after, he heard someone leaving the opposite yard. His expression softened, and he smirked.