Peter Griffin Kill Count Novels & Stories

Grandma's voice was trembling as she bellowed, "Linda Mills! Ash is your son, too!" Mom wanted to say something, but Grandma cut her off, saying, "I know Eli has a tragic fate, born with that cursed countdown. I also know you feel sorry for him and want to give him the absolute best to let him leave in peace."

If my father was alive he would have done same. "Apologize" he ordered. "Uncle let it be" intervened aarav and earned a slap too. "I am sorry." I mumbled. "You will also be there at dinner" he declared. "But he don't have family" said Griffin. "I have. I have two brothers. Not by blood but I do have family." I spoke startling them "Who?" Asked griffin. "You piece of shit, Don't even know a thing about your daughter's partner. I am ashamed of you." Shout peter at griffin.

“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.”

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.

"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 wrenched the gun away, the butt crashing into his temple, and he crumpled. The last one stood frozen, gun shaking. I approached, steady and slow. "Please, don't kill me..." he pleaded, retreating. "Ah, she never learns," I muttered to myself. I wiped the gun I had picked up from the ground and, without a second thought, squeezed the trigger. His eyes bulged as he collapsed into a growing crimson pool. I strolled back to the wedding car, tapping on the window. The driver, still white as a sheet, swung the door open.

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.”