Simone Griffith Novels & Stories

Simon said, then turned off his phone. ‘That kid is reprehensible.’ Simon said. “Doc handsome, here’s your coffee.” said the woman. “Thank you,” said Simon. “Keep the change.” Then Simon left quickly.

“You're avoiding the question, Grace! You're trying to make me look stupid! Answer the question! He doesn't want to be friends with me again, right?” After my outburst she had a somewhat sad expression on her face before she gently wiped my tears away from my face before taking my hand in hers. “You might want to sit down for this one, dear” “I'm confused, Grace. Why?” “Please just sit”. She said while she slowly guided me down to the mat. “Thank you. Where is Simon? And I'm seated right now aren't I? So tell me, what happened to him?” “Victoria, Simon is dead”

"Common Simon, I just bared my mind to you and this is all you've got to say? What do you take me for? I'm not a baby, I'm an adult and I just told you that I want you and this is all you want to say to me? Christ!!!" Annoyed by his bones, Simon snapped. "What the hell do you want from me? I don't feel a thing for you and I'm trying my best to be polite. This is me trying to be polite Gracia. I don't want to be rude, but since you want to hear me say it, I'll do just that. I'm not in any way attracted to you, I have a girlfriend whom I'm in love with. You see this thing that just happened, I wouldn't want it to repeat itself ever again. Now excuse me." He said walking past her. He made a sto

she asked, licking her lips, her gaze still on his growing cock. "I... I don't want to hurt you..." Trying his best to maintain control, Simon went forced to take a step back with each step Grace took closer to him, feeling almost like an antelope being chased by a lioness "I mean, look at us... You're so small and fragile and I'm..." "I'll never know how big you really are if you don't show me..." Grace tried to coax him, reaching out again as Simon tried to escape her touch...

Simone states, picking up her phone and messaging Tiffany Walker to have the chauffeur bring the limo around. After putting on her pink and white Chanel shirt and slip on shoes; Simone heads out of the dressing room to where Tiffany was waiting. She has been Simone’s best friend since she could remember and is one of three people who knows her identity. Simone’s father and Vince; Tiffany’s boyfriend are the other two people.

"Can you believe it? He's a Griffin. They owned the beach not so long ago. We would never have sold to the government." Simon's arm brushed against Stephanie's. There was a spark of electrifying sensation. Both of them had felt it. Stephanie immediately stood up. She walked over to another chair. "Really he's a Griffin?" Simon said turning to his sister and pretending not to care. "Yeah I read about it somewhere. Yes we wouldn't have sold it." "Simone," Stephanie called. "I better go and check on Kane to see how he's doing. I'll be back within an hour to assist with the um cooking."

She didn't look at me when she spoke. "Mindy," she said, her voice as brittle as dried paper, "your family owes the Mankin family a life. Grayson was the most outstanding child of his generation. And now he's dead, because of something so absurd. That debt your parents left behind, now you'll pay it." I knelt on the cold floor in silence. Not a single tear came. Numb, I nodded. That night, I signed the agreement. A seven-year contract—unequal and cruel in every possible way.

Wren chuckled to Grace who also laughed, causing Simone to fume. “You should take acting classes, star in a movie where you’re the ugly villain. I’ll definitely tune in,” Grace added. “You shut your mouth!” Simone grunted. Simone's eyes darted around the room, seeing all the people staring and the phones subtly angled to catch the moment. She knew she had to be very careful about the way she acted next. She immediately put on a smile and said, “Felix is marrying the Ellington heiress soon. And when that happens our families will own the skyline. And pathetic leeches like you will be scraping our shoes.”

The faint touch left her puzzled. Simon sat down boldly and focused his gaze on her face while directing his words at Griffith. "Griffith, can I have my woman back?" The room fell silent. Griffith burst into laughter, though the mirth didn't reach his eyes. His tone had a dangerous edge as he said, "Where is your woman?" Simon looked at Charlotte, still smiling but saying nothing. Charlotte felt anxious, wanting to move the man's hand off her shoulder but having nowhere to hide. Griffith whispered in her ear, "Suddenly, I don't want to acknowledge my losses anymore."