Ezra Fitz Pll Novels & Stories

Ezra got up and smiled warmly like he had done in the past. "Please sit." Austin helped Ezra to his seat. Then, he asked, "Mr. Lockwood, what exactly happened when you were away?" Ezra smiled bitterly. "It's something that concerns the family. Mr. Walter urgently wanted me to go back." Austin took a sip of the drink as he quietly waited for Ezra to continue. "It's because Mr. Walter used Wirtucon Corporation to help you, sir." Ezra sounded tired. Austin raised an eyebrow. He suddenly found it amusing.

“It doesn’t have to. We were fated to each other, nobody should question that. Just admit it. You’re looking for excuses to get closer to him.” “You’re crazy. He was my friend, and we reunited after many years. Is it wrong that I want to reconnect with him?” “He has a fiancee.” I frowned. “What?” “Ezra has a fiancee,” he repeated. “You didn’t know that, did you?” “What do you mean? He never–” “Mentioned it?” he cut in. “You think you know him, but you don’t. Let me ask you, during those years you didn’t see him, did he try to contact you?”

They never shared a smile and never spoke except to argue, yet they constantly tried to outdo each other. Ezra began playing football, which had always been Eash's dominant field. Even in high school, Eash had been captain of the football team, leading them to many victories. After coming to college, he easily earned the captaincy despite senior players. No one had to challenge him until Ezra joined the team. Suddenly, even Eash's captaincy was at risk, forcing him to put in extra effort to secure it.

“Ezra, it’s fine. And if she has a problem with you choosing a gift like this, then maybe she’s not the right one for you.” The Beta lets out a breath. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just don’t want to creep her out or anything.” I shrug as my pencil moves across the pad. Ezra requested a simple portrait of himself flexing in a pose similar to Renaissance era artwork. He told me that he’s been dating a woman recently, and her birthday is coming up. Amongst the standard gifts, he wanted to give her a portrait of himself.

Thought of family full of girls, wouldn't it be merrier if they add two more members of the family, adds two more stubborn girls to give Carl a couple of new headaches. Ezra is now working as an 8th grade teacher on a University near them and she's actually great at it, always busy burying herself with lesson plans, checking papers, placing records, computing grades and add the fact that she has an eyeglasses right now. And Finley, Finley has been the center of the Dolora's teasing and a laugh table. She has been the talk of the family, the bit of a bug bear that comes and goes. Acting like a snot exiting and entering someone's nose.

[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…”

Rise Entertainment had been established because of him. Finley immediately thought about what Jonathan had said in the elevator. Was Jonathan planning to let Ezra fulfill the marriage alliance with Yara instead? He dared not speak this thought aloud, but the comprehension laced with surprise in his eyes told Jonathan enough. "What are you doing here?" Ezra asked sullenly when he saw Jonathan. Though Ezra and Jonathan were siblings, their meetings were always hostile. If one didn't know better, one might think they had some age-old feud to settle. Ezra had been dragged back to Regalia when he visited Aquastead twice. After the second time, he had been placed under the "protection" of the Azur

I mutter mostly to myself. Ezra steps out of his car then, sleek and black and expensive—I don't even know the brand. Maybe Benz—and comes to open the door for us. Finn’s eyes widen. “That’s not your car,” he says, squinting at Ezra like he’s trying to figure out if we’re being kidnapped or chauffeured by Batman. “Nope,” I say, shifting him on my hip. “This is Ezra. He’s… a friend.” Ezra offers a small wave and one of his more appropriate smiles—thankfully not the one that comes with bedroom intentions or boardroom snipers. “Hi, Finn. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Ezra was leaning back against the headboard, one knee bent, lazily flipping through Adrian’s notes as if he owned them, and by extension, him. “You write too neat,” Ezra murmured, tapping his pen against a word in Adrian’s margin. “Makes me wonder if you’re that careful with everything you touch.” The smile that followed wasn’t friendly, it was calculated, slow, the kind of smile that worked under your skin. Adrian’s throat felt tight. “I’m just… organized.” “Organized, huh?” Ezra tilted his head, eyes sweeping over him without shame. “You should teach me sometime. I’m a fast learner.” His tone dripped with something heavier than study talk, but he didn’t break eye contact long enough for Ad

"That was fast." Ezra lifted a brow, full of rich-boy energy. "My family doesn't just do efficiency. We do speed. And not just the building." He tapped the screen lightly. "I also set up a scholarship fund. From now on, any kid from Evervale Home who gets into college gets full tuition covered." My eyes instantly burned red. And this time, it had nothing to do with the money. I was genuinely moved. I looked at the arrogant guy in front of me and suddenly felt like he shone brighter than that ten million dollars.