Peter Griffin Kill Count Novels & Stories

Eli tried to throw himself forward to shield me, but Mom held him back with a firm grip, saying, "He needs to learn his lesson! He needs to understand what things he can and cannot say!" I overheard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen the following day after the incident. Mom said through her tears, "He only has nine years left…" "I know," Dad said hoarsely." "J-Just nine years left…" It was only then that I understood that Eli was really going to die. It turned out that the numbers hovering above his head, unseen by anyone else, were the countdown to his lifespan. In the living room, Mom's and Dad's eyes were bloodshot as they carefully escorted Eli back to his bedroom.

He held her close and dug his face into her neck. "First, I need to hug you." She blushed. "But why?" "Because you might not let me do this again for a long time." Scarlett froze. "What is it that you're not telling me?" Sighing for the billionth time, Griffin moved away from her. He sat on the edge of the bed, palming his neck. "I've murdered more people than Jake, Scarlett. Business partners that didn't keep their word, among other people. I've also had to get rid of potential spies at my company, and last night, I made another one disappear."

“Please, I need you.” Griff didn’t move for several tense moments. I couldn’t tell if that was because he’d worked out that I was really Cathtwulf Aibek or he’d paused out of simple surprise. Earlier, when he’d described his life story, he had skipped over the part where I’d killed him, but that didn’t mean he had forgiven me for making his death so brutally painful. “Fuck me, Alpha,” I moaned, hoping my words would get him back in the mood. “I want that thick cock inside me, now.”

'Yes, Sheriff,' my mum said. I am Sheriff Peters. May I know your name, Madam?' Sheriff Peter said. Mrs. Charles,' my mum replied. 'Do you mean Charles Nicks?' He asked. 'Yes, Sheriff. He was my husband until some hours ago when Mr. Robert Griffin, his men, and three police officers killed him under the Griffin's double-lane Bridge,' my mum was interrupted. 'That is a serious accusation, Mrs. Charles, and I hope you have evidence to prove that,' Sheriff Peters said.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

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.”