Ezra Fitz Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ezra chuckled, running his hand through his golden yellow hair. “I mean, I'm doing your jobs, you should do mine for me too. Like favor finds favor.” Ezra sits back up, looking at Reid with a smile. “What job would that be?” Reid looked at his brother. “Fvcking, you too can't fvck and I am doing that for you, you think it's easy? With those two nymphs?!” Ezra raised his brows, his Grey eyes seductively moved up and down. Reid burst into a fit of laughter looking at his brother.

he replied with a satisfying smile. “I'm happy to hear it,” I said genuinely. Ezra was the owner of a hotel franchise, and he was working on expanding it throughout the globe. Like Sienna, he also came from a wealthy family, but he was just as humble as my friend, and that’s why I liked him so much. “How’s Archie? I haven’t seen him yet,” Ezra added, looking around. “Oh, he was here a while ago.” I turned around to see if I could spot him, and quickly saw him talking to one of our investors. He seemed entertained by the conversation, but I pointed him out to Ezra anyway. “There he is. Doing what he does best. Business.”

I slowly went inside my apartment and in an instant, I fell on my bedsheet cover and fell asleep because I felt so tired. “Choose your side!” “I have to leave” “Please, don’t go” “Wake up, son” “Isaac” I woke up because of the dreams and the voices that whispered in my head. I remember now. He is Uzmael. The one who owns the white smoke and he is the one who wants to conquer God’s throne. He has a big ambition to rule the human and the spiritual world. I tried to recall his face but I couldn't remember even though I saw his face. It keeps on deleting in my memory. I tried to go back to sleep but I can’t sleep anymore. The sun is set high in the sky and it is already morning. Everybody is bu

Joshua kept his face straight making Hazel chuckle and Ezequiel frown, “But you can join us Alpha. Let’s give some time to these ladies for some girl talk!” Ezequiel nodded with understanding. “Hazel won’t be coming back after lunch,” Ezequiel stated and when he saw the questioning look on their faces he raised his arms with frustration. “Give her a break man! Her muscles are still sour!” “Give her few more days and her body will become used to the training. You are a trainer yourself so you know it.” Joshua tried to argue. “I do!” He snapped. “Damn you, Joshua. I am just asking for today.”

“Is there something wrong with my name?” “No... I...” I glance at him over my shoulder. I take in his hard jaw covered in stubble, his wild hair, and his large biceps, bulging against his sleeves. “I expected you to have a more... brutish name. The name Ethan makes me think of a mischievous young boy.” He chuckles. “Believe it or not, I was a mischievous wee lad once.” His eyes glint playfully in the firelight and I can almost imagine it.

So that’s what we’re calling Ezra’s tantrum now? Ezra suddenly stepped forward, posture straightening with misplaced confidence. “It’s fine. I’ll take care of it. She doesn’t belong here anyway. She’s not—” he scoffed, like it was obvious, “—not one of us. Just a useless ex-fiancée who still doesn’t know when to leave.” He reached for my arm. And that’s when Vincent regarded him with a shift of his head. Ezra froze like he’d been struck. Hand suspended mid-air. Mouth clamped shut.

she asked softly. Ezra closed the gap between them, gently taking the knife from her hand and letting it clatter to the floor. "I don't care about your social status. I don't care about who people think you are, or who you think you are. I see the beauty within you," he whispered. "To be honest, I never believed in love, never thought I could love anyone. All my life, I have trained to seek revenge for my father. I have never dated anyone or seriously considered love. But you made me believe in it. You are stronger than you know, and I'm here to remind you of that. You can't just end your life because of what your family did to you." He gently held her hand and helped her down from the bed.

Ezra was now obviously smirking and gave a lazy shrug of his shoulders before rubbing the back of his head in a way that conveyed genuine sheepishness. “I was on a trip, backpacking across Australia for about 6 months. I didn’t hear about the accident or her coma for quite awhile. Well once I knew I dropped everything and made my way home. Needed to make sure for myself that she was ok. She’s been kind enough to let me stay with her so we can catch up.” he explained, hands in his pockets as he once again managed to give a sheepish smile. Well fuck me, ok Ezra can act and lie his ass off like a champ. It all sounded so genuine and believable coming from him. James however still looked unsre,

Ezra quickly edged his way across the short space between us so that he was standing by me. “I did not mean it that way.” He reassured me. “It feels fucking amazing. What I mean is we still have some learning to do in all this side of things." He motioned with his hands to the rug at our feet. "I am terrible at being romantic. Maybe that is why I am still single.” I offered him a wry smile. “You aren’t single though.” Ezra chuckled. “No. I have a mate. And will very soon be a married man. And have you seen my wife? My mate? She is hot as hell. I am a lucky, lucky man.”

PHOENIX Ezra was not bothered by the presence of the maids. He paid them no mind as he started playing with my hair. He has grown a fascination with it and always tries to braid it. It doesn’t stay of course, not to mention he is not exactly the best braider out there but I love his attempts, and how his lips pull tight when he misses a step or if they tangle before he can get anywhere. “Your highness,” a nervous voice says and he turns to her. “Is there anything else we can do?”