Vincent Griffith The Originals Novels & Stories

Griffin began to retell the story from the night of the mating ceremony. From the time Vincent hit a lady named Vera by accident, I was forced to take the blame. I left my grandmother hoping that Vincent would take care of her, being a captive in a strong Lycan Alpha’s castle, suffering in the hands of the castle’s servants and the Lycan’s abusive words, having Griffin as my trustworthy friend, and then when I got released after proving my innocent. But the most surprising thing was… “You found out that the man who tormented you was your mate,” Griffin said.

"Do you like her?" Vincent took a deep sigh when Anderson Silva asked about his feelings. He was trying to keep Grace away from Anderson. It would be very dangerous for her if she were the target. It's just that Vincent didn't know that Anderson Silva was a werewolf who was looking for Luna. "I never mean like that, Sir." "Just answer me, Vince. Do you like Grace?" Anderson demanded and was dissatisfied. "We've been friends for a long time. So I know more or less about her character." Vincent is still bragging about his lies. He made up stories about Grace. He has to make such an uncomfortable impression on Anderson about her.

“That’s much better. It’s the breeches, you see. The fabric bunches around me when I sit, creating an unbearable amount of friction.” I gave him what I hoped would look like a nod of understanding and tried not to glower. “This guy’s had all this time to learn not to sit down in front of people,” I said into my bond with Beki. “He probably wanted to show off.” She snorted her disgust. Griff leaned forward, his hands resting on his thighs. “When the faeries came to collect my father’s soul, I took over his debt.” Edmund rocked back and forth on his heels. “Ah, yes. I see you now. Franklin Griffiths, date of birth July 31, 1952. Made a bargain with the casino to assimilate the debts of Jericho

he resumed his work on the antique clock. Griffin was a high school dropout. He was three years younger than her. His incredible experience and knowledge performed a wonder for her profession. She associated with him after she rescued him before he could become dinner to a vampire about five years ago. Since then, she placed him in contact with Grover while working at his pawn shop. "You looked like someone has mauled you." He pointed to the bullet holes in her jeans. "Rough night," She answered. "Knowing you, you'd enjoy every second of it."

Alex Phil, my so-called fiance, sat there with his legs crossed, undeniably handsome. Clearly, Alice and Victoria were not blind. This 'Mr. Phil' caught my eye, his look a mix of curiosity, judgment, and a good dose of scorn. "Miss Elvira," he said, standing and putting down his drink, "I'm Alex." "Hello." We shook hands, and I sat down beside him. He wasted no time in starting a conversation. "I've heard you used to be a..." "Boxer." "That's quite unusual. Not many women in the ring."

He had a thing against already made women or trust fund women, after what his ex-wife had did to him, almost ripping him of all he owned. He needed someone he could trust to be on Vincent's side, someone he nurtured, which was were Grace came into play. Now that he was gone, her fantasy was now over. She was about to all alone over again. "Hey Gee!" She heard Simon's familiar voice as she turned the door knob to her room. She thought of confiding in him about this, but she knew it would go little to nothing. Vincent was a man of his words, and from his encounter, his mind was already made up.

Hiding the pain he felt, he walked to where his mother was, offering to help her clean up. Her eyes met his, and a tear fell from hers. She failed him, she failed them, she had failed her children. Vincent cleaned her tears fearing that his father might find out. Instead he smiled at her. He was going to make them pay. He was going to wipe away her tears.

“But the seven of us here are your mates, and we are the only ones that can protect you from the vampires. If we let you go, we will be in big trouble, and I don’t even want to think about it and the dangers you will have to face.” “But…” “Let me speak,’ he ordered, and I went silent. He continued. “Griffith is in love with Clyde.’ “What!!' My eyes widened. “Yes, that’s why he’s mad at you for tampering with Clyde’s life.’

She tried to move. "One move and I swear I'll cut your fucking neck!" he barked, and Candy stayed still. She suddenly started to laugh, surprising Griffin. She asked, "How did you kill him?" "Tssk... Why do you want to know?" he asked. "Am I not allowed to know how my husband died, big guy?" she asked. Vincent held a disturbing look the entire time. His thoughts were in total mess. Griffin was seeing a completely different woman. Not the one that looked innocent... just that thought made him want her the more.

he mumbled and I told him that I knew that as I ruffled his hair. "Forgot to mention that Enzo brought him here a week ago," Griffin said with a half-grin. "Were you and Enzo really friends," I asked? Griffin furrowed his brow and said, "hell no, vampires can't be trusted, Emma. We shared a mutual respect for each other, that's all." I pondered on what Circe had said and realized the old woman was right. Griffin sat behind one man and I rode with Davina while Scotty chased after us. Going back to the community Davina asked about Griffin's foot.