Guts Screaming Griffith Novels & Stories

Lauren started at the large purple stain on her crimson dress with her mouth wide open. The entire people in the hall held their breath as Malcolm's boiling silent anger suppressed the entire hall. Suddenly, Grace came running through, "Oh My God. Michelle darling, are you okay?" She ran her palm all over Lauren. It took Lauren her last energy not to push the woman far away from her. She nodded instead, silently biting her lips to avoid the tears. She looked at Malcolm whose anger grew at her pitiful look.

"You are a Crescent! You are bound to this land! To me!" [Roman’s Voice]: I should lock her in the cellar. I should strip that suit off her and remind her who marked her. How dare she? How dare she bring another man’s shadow into my house? He reached for me then, a fast, predatory grab for my shoulder. I stepped back, my heels clicking sharply, and pulled a small, silver canister from my pocket. It wasn't a weapon; it was a high-frequency human deterrent; a "shriek" designed to scramble a wolf’s sensitive hearing.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

His British accent echoes loud and his rage filled voice scares me. "Fuck it Krystal! Did you actually think it would be that easy to outrun me?...Just where the FUCK!...?" He kicks the elevator and the metal budges inside. He reduces his voice when he notices how shaken I am, making it a little lower, but it's still full of rage and bottled up anger; "...did you think you were going, Peanut?" His angry blue eyes stare right at me as his gigantic hands grope my hair dragging me away from the elevator, my glasses fall down and the further he dragged me away, the smaller it seemed to become.

I explained. Griffin screams so loud which caused me to flinch in horror as I begin to take a few steps back away from him. He begins to grab his hair with both of his hands while he walks back and forth and in small circles. He paused and faced me with tears in his eyes while his hands were trembling. “Griffin…” I muttered. “I saved you!” He slams his fist on his chest. “I fucking saved you from being killed! Me! Me and not Milo!!” He slams his fist harder on his chest and seemed like it was not hurting him at all.

The dirt was cold and rough against my back, leaves sticking to my skin. “You can scream all you want, hot stuff,” Griffin sneered, unzipping his trousers. “This is Bloodmoon. No one is coming to save you.” The sound of his zipper made bile rise in my throat. My body shook uncontrollably. I could smell him—sweat, alcohol, blood. It made me want to gag. My chest heaved with even more fear and panic clawing through me until I thought I’d choke on it. “So fucking clean,” he muttered as he crouched before me. His eyes burned with lust when they met with my exposed thighs.

Blood was oozing out from my knuckles but I can't feel a thing no pain no hurt all I could feel is the arrythmic beating of my heart in my rib cage and the sound of her cries deafening my ears. Then I heard sound of someone's rentching. It was Jacob he threw up. I looked at his face, he looked pale, white as a sheet. I was distracted by a knock on the door. It took great energy to form the word..."come in" It was the chief investigating officer. " Sir, the driver woke up..." I was holding my breath. I urged him to continue fast.

She groaned to pain as I pushed her to the sofa that hit her stomach to the back of it. I heard her scream as I pulled her hair from the back with my right hand while my left hand is busy wiping the blood stains off my lips. "You know how much I respected you being Hadrian's mom, but when it comes to my son, I am b*tch from hell ready to kill anyone." My sight went blur as she hit me with a pillow on my face. I heard Waen shouted stopping us but Skye stops her cause he know that this is a fight between two mom. This fight will tell who will have him so I am willing to fight with all my strength and energy.

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

I clenched my fist and walked into the fitting room, using the pain to hold back my emotions. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me, and my clenched hand was warmed by someone holding it. "Don't make yourself sick with anger," Ethan said as he held out his hand. "Pinch me instead." When he saw I was not interested, he slowly pried my hand open and gently held mine. Then, he held his phone out to me. "Sean sent me a message. Do you want to see it?" I looked up somewhat impatiently. "You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?"