Meg Griffin Irl Novels & Stories

she swallowed hard, remembering the tears of joy on Micah Griffin's face when he called her his daughter “He seemed so sincere about loving Elise and being heartbroken when she disappeared, only for him to find her dead after years…” “Don’t let him get into your mind.” Her husband cupped her chin with his fingers, making her look at his stern expression “You don't know the snake Griffin can be, but he's not always the gentleman he was trying to show off to you. He's the kind of man you can't turn your back on. And I won’t let him take advantage of your wounds with your family to get to you.”

Jace looked up at Griffin, concerned. "Griffin, are you okay? You look a little sad." Griffin forced a smile, trying to cover up his true feelings. "I'm fine, buddy. Just a little... tired. Yeah, that's it." Jace nodded, accepting Griffin's explanation. "Okay, Griffin. Let's finish our mac 'n cheese!" Griffin nodded, his heart heavy with emotions he couldn't express. He watched Jace eat, his mind whirling with thoughts of Sarah and how much he loved her. No one loved her like he did... but she never understood this.

Kellan was beside her enjoying my failures with her. "I think you're overthinking the whole thing," Maia called out. "Just let your body move. You're moving like you have something stuck up your ass." “Easy for you to say,” I grumbled, barely loud enough for her to hear, and shot her a look—tongue out, full brat mode. Griffin let out this dramatic sigh, honestly could’ve powered a wind turbine. Made me snort. “I want to train her, then?” he deadpanned, actual grown-up mode activated. She just grinned, all smug.

Liam's guards and servants were there to offer bountiful homages, as a slight defect in the hospitality could affect their mood in the meeting. "A warm welcome to you, Mister Griffin," Liam said extending his hand to the first man. Mr Griffin was the greatest gold dealer in the city and true to his work he was regarded in gold. From his jewelry, chains, nose rings, down to even his Arabian kaftan. All these were made in pure gold. Liam had always felt intimidated by him even though Griffin tried to be humorous. "The very big dog of the Hemsworth family," Mr Griffin called out, shaking Liam's hand aggressively. Yes, he also loved to behave like a rogue. your father called us for an emergency

"Even if you leave today you still need to come back here the other day because you're working under my company, so why leave? By the way, I'm Brigor Sapphirus Griffin." He said smiling like he hit a jackpot. Damn you jerk!

Which gives him a careless air, the tousled locks catching the breeze makes me want to itch and run my fingers through the strands. Another voice then squeaks out, looking around trying to spot the direction of the very sound. “My name is Griffin”He says... His broad shoulders and muscles of his back are visible through the thin material of his T-shirt. This man seems strong. Sliding my hand over his shoulder, I let it linger a touch too long before speaking. “Seems Leslie left you all here as my companions”I say in a bored tone. “Well you can call me Morgan”I say smiling.

Miranda's fingers were already turned into a fist as Mervin took a microphone from a nearby podium. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen" He drew the attention of the crowd which was engrossed in murmuring. "I have an announcement to make. Though I know my decision will freak the hell out of you" he paused as his eyes wandered around the congregation as if he were reading their minds. Before he continues, "I, Mervin Brooklyn, stand before you to denounce Miranda Griffin as my fiance." Those words struck hard like lightning making the audience resume their murmurs.

She felt that it was better for her to stay away from this person who was enthusiastic at the beginning but was actually very shrewd. Maybe only Eric could go against this guy. Selena was not Mr. Griffin’s opponent. “Mr. Griffin, you must be joking. I almost forgot about what happened before. Why did you trouble yourself to come here? I’m going to move out soon, so I’m quite busy. Next time, I’ll get Mr. Ferguson to treat you to dinner.” Mr. Griffin was slightly startled. He paused.

I told him and he placed his hand on his chest. "Fuck I miss that place." Griff said in voice filled regrets. Gemma came walking back to our table before smiling at Griff. "Oh my god, you will not believe who I just met outside in the parking lot." She told him. "Who?" He curiously asked her. "Paige Morgan." She said and Griff's eyes widened in panic before he covered the side of his face with his hand. "Paige Morgan- she's here?" He asked Gemma in confusion and she nodded at him.

"Running isn't enough. Hide anywhere on this planet, he'll find you. Because he can't exist without that pursuit anymore." A soft voice piped up from the doorway. "Then we make sure he can't." We all turned, startled. Griffin stood there in pajamas that hung loose on his thinning frame, clutching his tablet like a shield. Behind him, the medical monitors beeped softly, disconnected from their patient. "You should be resting," I said automatically, mother-mode engaging despite the crisis at hand. Griffin ignored me, moving into the room with the careful gait of someone compensating for muscle weakness. He perched on the edge of an armchair, turning his tablet around so we could all see the sc