Jack Griffin Invisible Man Novels & Stories

This was the manager, and his presence made everyone feel nervous. The room fell silent as the man fully stepped inside, his presence commanding attention. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline and a neatly trimmed beard. His white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, showing off intricate tattoos on his forearms. One of the tattoos that was very noticeable to everyone, was a thorned black rose wrapped around a silver dagger.

A masculine voice said from behind. The two girls turned backwards and saw a guy with brown hair combed backwards, with black glasses and wearing a Jurassic Park tshirt. Amy knew who he was, he was Jeremy Price, they were classmates in Literature class. He was one of the best students, with good grades and knowledge with everything related to Technology. "I'm sorry girls, I hope I didn't scare you. I'm just trying to recruit as many people as possible. It was my idea to have the play and convince Mr. Geller. He might even give extra points to the students that participate." Jeremy said.

Was it Mom and Dad? Had they finally realized I was missing and come back for me? The door creaked open, but the one who walked in was a stranger in a thick down coat. The light in my eyes dimmed at once, and a faint, self-mocking smile tugged at my lips. I had overthought it again. When the man saw me, he froze in surprise.

I asked. The man shrugged. "Nope! You know that they can't see us. And even I killed both of you right here, they won't suspect me." "Why is that?" I move my eyes to find a certain someone. "Well, because I'll envelope you with my invisible sphere that will lasts 'till dawn. Within that time, everyone here will see me training. Unfortunately, I can't do that because the American government personally invited him to join this raid." The crazy man pointed at Jevro who is still hugging me like octopus.

The second man left without a word, the heavy door creaking shut behind him. That left me and Cloak Number One, staring at each other in silence. My heart was hammering, but I wasn’t about to show him fear. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was talk. “Okay, let’s get this straight,” I began, my voice carrying louder than it needed to in the empty room. “Are you organ harvesters? Because, fair warning, my liver’s basically vodka at this point. Or maybe this is some weird cult thing? The robes, the dark-room aesthetic—very dramatic. Ten out of ten for effort. But if this is about money, you’ve got the wrong Griffin. My credit card is maxed out, and I owe more to my landlord than to s

In her room Mrs Linda sat majestically on her bed, Mrs Linda occasionally sip her alchol and would laugh ocassionally like a man woman. Happiness was evident on her face as she dropped the cup and texted someone on her phone and in the next minute, a knock was heard on her door. Mrs Linda chuckled as she strolled to the door and unlocked the door. The man (Charles Griffin) came in with haste. “Madam why did you call me? Your children will be suspicious if you keep calling me like this” The voice said as he removed the mask on his head and it revealed Frank Harper under the mask of Charles Griffin.

His wolf had been quiet when it came to a mate for so long, he sometimes forgot it was there. At six-foot-four, with broad shoulders, dark hair, and a face that people described, depending on their relationship to him, as striking or severe. He was a catch. He knew this, and it was why he started keeping to himself. Everyone wanted him for something. When he was young, he had performed as a rebel running from responsibilities. He could never run fast enough, though. Now he was more comfortable in his power, and he was chasing.

“I can’t believe I was so frigid.” Beki barked. I smoothed a hand over my hair, which was now dry. “No wonder he called me difficult to love. So, you’re saying he’s being forward because he can’t remember that conversation?” Beki nodded. The door opened, and Griff stepped out, dressed in the black invisibility suit he’d worn during our trip to Hell. He glanced down at the front of his hoodie. “Are you sure this is the future? I thought clothes would look less drab

- rolls his eyes. - Because - I take a step closer - I am asking - I take two more steps - Politely. - If you take another step, I'll shoot you in your legs, dondoca - he threatens, holding the gun in the direction of my leg once again. - What do you want? - Right now, I want to shoot you in the forehead, you rich piece of shit! - he raises the gun this time aiming it at my face. What the fuck! - Leave Mr. Invisible alone! - Lucas shouts and throws himself on the miserable man's legs.

And when Damon’s sister started making snide comments about the weight I gained after giving birth, whatever confidence I had left shrank even further. I started choosing loose, shapeless clothes—things that hid me instead of flattering me. Clothes that made me invisible. And honestly? Back then, invisible felt safer. It became something I preferred during my life with Damon. But all of those thoughts vanish the moment Griffin’s reflection appears behind me in the mirror. I blink twice, just to make sure I’m not imagining the expression on his face. Because Griffin looks… Forlorn. And that is not a word I would ever use for him.