Ezra Fitz Mga Nobela at Kwento

[Raven] “Enroll her?” Ezra winced. “Yes,” I said firmly. Ezra’s lip curled in a sneer as he casually leaned back against Asher’s bike, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Enroll her to be a healer?” He chuckled; his words sharp with sarcasm. “What’s next, finding her a fairy godhusband?” His voice tinged with bitterness and disdain. “She can find a lot of hook ups in Helxton and then you can choose who fucks her better…”

** Ezra's POV ; Immediately after we left the dining room I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My mind told me I was going to get punished for looking so dirty while serving the master but I refused to listen to it. "You are lucky,but why did you appear in front of the master like this?''Fred asked. I felt ashamed. "There's nothing to be ashamed of ,I am sure you are just adapting to the environment," he said. Why was he trying to cheer me up? "Ezra right?" He inquired. "Yes." I said in a small voice. "I am Fred." He introduced himself.

Ezra was built, he clearly worked out, his pristine Ash hair was held in a tight bun, and his face had a layer of stubble. "where's the third one?" I asked "apparently he's not too happy about this whole contest thing. Grey doesn't want some quote 'stupid teenage girls chasing him around'" Riley scoffed "we get it, your the eldest, but still... chill man!" "so I'm guessing Theo is your favourite?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "yes!" she squeeled "he's so handsome... so lovely... he is always helping people... always so sweet!"

Ezra admitted while scratching the back of his head awkwardly. I laughed softly before holding onto his arm. “You’re giving up already?” I teased him. “Me? I’m only just starting.” Ezra looked at me with amusement while I simply smiled back at him. I could tell he was trying to understand what I truly meant by that. “By the way,” he suddenly said, “who was the man with you earlier, Tita? He’s Elaine’s godfather, right?” I smiled faintly the moment Ryke came to mind.

“She admits it. And still plays the martyr.” I look between them. My pulse is racing. “You want me to trust you but all I see is you keeping secrets and shouting at people who try to help me.” “You want the truth?” Ezra says. “Then stop looking for it in the mouths of people who poisoned your memories.” “You think I can just forget everyone who was kind to me because you say they’re evil?” Ezra takes a step forward. His voice rises. “No. I want you to remember who you are without being controlled. I want you to see what they did. What Drake did.”

The phone buzzed against the leather console, a sharp vibration that cut through the silence. Ezra’s name lit up the screen. Killian answered on the first ring. “Talk.” “I dug him up,” Ezra said without preamble. His tone was brisk, efficient , but there was a quiet thread under it, like something about this didn’t sit right even with him. “Daniel Mercer. On paper, nothing special. He owns a small hardware store in Ridgefield. Divorced a few years back, no kids. No priors, no arrests, no debts. Pays taxes on time, utilities steady. Looks like a man who goes home after closing shop and eats frozen dinners in front of the TV.”

He valued their business relationship greatly as her company was one of his mighty foreign investments. Hyeong smiled and nodded. “Go now, don’t keep your Fiancée waiting.” Without further delay, Ezra stood up from his seat, racing with long strides towards the door. Even after exiting Ritalorics, he refused to slow down his strides.

In fact the man had already rotted on the ground and been eaten by those disgusting worms. “Why did you come here? Isn't there a party at our new office today?” “You let me come to the party alone without a partner? Tsk, you are really mean, Mila.” “I can't leave Gerrald. He is very cranky today.” “Felix also told me earlier. Is he all right?” "Just sleepy and uncomfortable being in a crowd." Ezra dropped his buttocks on the single sofa, sighing loudly as he felt the comfort creeping up his body. He'd been standing among the paparazzi too long to answer their questions. The surgical scar on his waist hurts a little because he stood too long.

Ezra couldn’t sit still: “Impossible! Impossible! Ashley's self-esteem is so high, that she absolutely cannot do such things. Or is Arwood mistaken? " "He called personally, what do you think?" Mr. Fletcher's face was pale, "It's so late, what else are you doing?" Mrs. Ezra reached out and grabbed Mr. Fletcher's arm, squeezing tightly: "Fletcher, what do you want to do?" Mr. Fletcher was a man nearly 50 years old but still maintained a dignified appearance, his sideburns were slightly silver, but it did not reduce the charm of the man, on the contrary, he exuded the appearance of a mature and knowledgeable person, it could not be said that Mr. Fletcher was a charming man, when he was young,

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Olivia but the more you stick to me, the more you're likely to find out." "I have no desire whatsoever to find out anything about you. You're not that interesting anyways." I clicked my tongue at him. He laughed. A very hearty one. "Ezra is not just my bodyguard he's my friend. I met him about three years ago during one of my seminars at another country. He was on the streets begging for alms. I accidentally lost my wallet at that time and he brought it back to me intact without touching a single file inside so I took pity on him immediately and I decided that it was best to help him. Anyone would have gotten a way with my wallet considering