Ezra Fitz Pll Novels & Stories

Ezra then glared at me; he leaned so his lips could reach my ears as he whispered, "Stop staring at his abs. I'm not jealous but... whatever." "I'm Reid, by the way." The guy In front of us handed his hand to me. "Back off, dude." Ezra pushed him. Reid laughed as he shook his head. "He's possessive, isn't he?" Ezra glared at me. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. He was so cute. His ears were red as if he was really pissed at his friend. "What do you need, Reid?" Ezra's brows were crossed. I almost chuckled.

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.

Ezra said lazily, "Yet I don't really care what happens to you people. I only follow one person's orders, and that person is my master." All the teachers turned to glare at me at once. My history teacher pinched my arm, gritting out, "Say something, Riley Monroe!" I took a deep breath. "Put the rag down, Ezra." He chuckled and tossed it aside. "As you wish, master. Now, does my master need to stay and finish her punishment? Or does she get to come with me?" "O-Of course you're both free to go," the teacher answered, terrified. Ezra stood up and walked over to me. He gave me a wicked smile, then turned back to the teachers again. "You dragged Riley all the way down here and tried to physicall

I sat in an empty seat, before eying the name card before me "Please fill this in. Ezra has to meet 50 ladies today, it'll make knowing your name easier." I quickly wrote my name before watching as Jen left. The other 9 girls sat waiting. Ezra appeared from behind a set of bushes, clearly having just been for a run. I hadn't run for a while... I missed the freedom... I'd go soon. He wore a white shirt and smart trousers, he removed his aviator sunglasses as he stepped into the shade, before placing them onto the table. The table was a large round one, where we all sat next to one another.

“No. We need retirement.” “We need certainty,” I reply. “Those are different things.” “Yes.” Ezra remains focused on the point. Controlled. Disciplined. No visible reaction to what just happened. But I know him well enough to notice the increased precision in his posture. He is narrowing himself. Closing unnecessary doors. Good. Necessary. The point rests in the projection at a balanced distance once more. Neither advancing nor withdrawing. No pulse. No pressure. Waiting. Always waiting. “It may have responded to pattern interruption,” I say.

Ezra was the nephew of Senator Angelo Jordan, who was once the mayor of Manhattans and he has a very strong political backup and no one would dare mess up with his family. Ezra was her mother's best friend and her lawyer, so he was responsible for taking care of all her properties that is why her father couldn’t claim all the properties in his name because his mother had given half of her property to Isabella when she was very ill. Her mother’s company was taken care of by the trust and every month the profit share was transferred to her account as well as her father’s but they did not contact each other after the incident that year. The only communication they had was through the lawyers.

Ezra takes the watch, examining it with a serious expression. After a few moments, he looks up. "It's stopped working because it hasn't been worn for a long time," he announces, his voice filled with confidence. I glance at Drake, who averts his gaze, his guilt evident. "Can you fix it?" I ask, my voice filled with hope. Ezra nods. "Yes, I can," he replies, his eyes sparkling with determination. "But it might take some time."

Felix said. Ezra looked at Felix, his expression full of guilt. Back then, he hadn't stepped forward, but he had no choice. After all, as the leader of Harmony Clinic, he couldn't afford to act recklessly. "Felix, I really owe you one. Harmony Clinic's future rise will all be thanks to you." Even though Felix was still officially a member of Harmony Clinic, Ezra wouldn't dare act superior to him, not anymore. Forget about Felix himself—even the mere presence of the Empress and Zara was enough to make the world think twice.

Ezra shifted in his seat and pulled out a couple of one hundred dollar bills from his pocket, handing them to Shannon. "Consider this payment for last night. I don't want you coming back to me. If you do, I'll call the cops and get a restraining order," he said firmly, his tone laced with harshness, leaving no room for negotiation. Shannon could only nod silently, her emotions too overwhelming for words. Unable to hold back her tears any longer, she opened the door and climbed out of Ezra's black Porsche 718 Cayman. The car's color mirrored the darkened sky, adding to the somber atmosphere that enveloped her.

’ Riley questioned with a wicked glint flickering past her eyes. Ezra stroked Riley’s chin, and his eyes flickered with killing intent. “I only stayed with that lady since she seems like a naive wealthy person, and I’m right. She is indeed. Now that I have no use for her, we could silence her off and then take over the company…” “What about the girl she gave birth to for you?” Riley asked, her jealousy evident in her eyes and voice. “Of course, Aster is the only daughter I recognize. We can just end the two.” Ezra was pronounced wickedly. “That woman is going on a business trip soon; we could make her end up with an accident...”