Stewie Griffin Novels & Stories

PrimeStar was a hive of activity. Charlene and Stewart found themselves returning to PrimeStar after dinner that night. On a Wednesday morning, Stewart's secretary interrupted a meeting to let him know that Granger had arrived. Granger's unexpected presence had a purpose, and Stewart understood it without question. Granger's standing made it difficult to refuse him. "You keep the meeting going; I'll check this out," he said, excusing himself to Charlene. Yes," Charlene said. Granger was seated in the reception area when Stewart arrived. When Granger saw Stewart, he got up and shook hands firmly, saying, "I apologize for dropping by unannounced, I. R. Ferguson." Reluctantly, Stewart said, "No

I begin the question but pause when it hits me harder. Matthew my other best friend, a guy with a business mind and husband material, who worked for 'The Stewart's and Co', the avaricious corporation that has currently taken over my company, challenged me once when I invited him to our success celebration, that our company would be the next to be taken over by his and the employees here would go for fishing with their butt out, including me. A surge of tiny anger started burning in the pit of my stomach. " My foot, if you find him," I warn."Tell him that I will pour cement in his mouth till he chokes".

He sat on the bed probably listening to the coller as he said. "Then who are you and what are you doing with my wife's phone"? He asked. "Are you Mr Amunsa, Mrs Dansanisa's husband? ". "Yes.... I am and who are you?" He asked. He clears his throat as he start explaining himself to Amunsa on the phone on the reason he called. "My name is Austin Balastino, a taxi river". "A taxi driver, ehhh and so what, how does that answer my question young man. What are you doing with my wife's phone, what's going on speak at once" Amunsa said.

My lungs free from the weight that had been holding them once I saw the message is from Griffin. Griffin: his name is Stiles, and he's the only person there who wears glasses 24/7 like a fucking geek. Me: That's mean to say. Griffin: do your part, Anastasia. I can be mean if I want. I grumbled curses, he can be mean of course. That's standard Griffin, from what I've heard. Yet no one hates on him as much as they hate me. And the worst is, I don't blame them. The me from high school was worse than Griffin.

Her gown was getting wet just at the sight of him. "Out of twenty who wished to join, only seven passed. Impressive," Sylvester spoke, his eyes mostly attracted to Griffin. He must be the one his wife admired. "What's your name, big guy?" He gave Griffin a snobby look, standing close. "Griffin," he replied shortly. "Cat got your tongue? You got no fucking surname?" Sylvester spat. "You must be the Don I've been waiting for," Griffin tilted his head a little. "Yeah, I'm the Don. Do you have something to tell me?" Sylvester snickered darkly.

Too bad it was Harrison’s day off—Stefan had a habit of interrupting those. Oh well. Sucks to be Stefan’s personal and trusted doctor. “On it,” Griffin replied. THE END