Ezra Fitz Pll Novels & Stories

Diana smiled and entered inside her house. ____________________ Millers mansion Ezra came back and entered inside the house,The maid greeted him and he smiled back as usual. Ezra family is one of the richest family. His father owns most of the hotel , restaurant and park in Las Vegas plus in other country . Ezra went straight to his room and freshen up before the maid informed him that Dinner is ready . Ezra came down to the dinning room wearing only joggers and no shirt like usual. He sat down in one of the table with his usual expression . The maid served his food and bowed In respect .

We were already in here, and we both knew that we were going to do what had to happen. “Mama,” Ezra said, making his mum look up at him from the magazine that she was reading. Her phone, and all electronic devices were taken from her to ensure that she couldn’t use them to have new people working for her, and though it was something that I didn’t like. The woman was his mum and treating her that way was not something that I approved of, he still saw it as necessary.

"He found him." I stopped, just as Caelan put his pen down. "He called me an hour ago," Caius said. "It's him. Confirmed. He watched a match last night. Ezra's on a professional roster, been playing for nearly a month, apparently he's…" another careful pause, "...okay.” Nobody spoke for a moment and my head spun. "He's coming back tonight," Caius added. Caelan leaned back in his chair slowly. He looked at me. I looked at him. The look on his face was clear.

Ezra replied quietly, closing the document and signing it with a shaking hand. Traces of Ownership By afternoon, Ezra had returned to the Universitas Nusantara campus. His steps felt heavy and slightly stiff from the extreme physical activity of the morning. Fortunately, Darren's money worked like absolute magic; his academic status on the administration's computer had already changed to 'Active,' without a single rupiah of debt remaining.

And yes, I did get that I was being a bit nosey…but he was my mate! "No, actually, both of Ezra's houses are a result of his own hard work and success," Cam explained. "He's not just a powerful Alpha; he's also a successful businessman and the Sheriff of the town. He's amassed considerable wealth over the years. He's just as rich as Silas, if not more." I was taken aback by this revelation. Not only was Ezra a strong and respected Alpha, and the Sherriff of the Sapphire Mountain PD, but he was also a successful businessman? It seemed like there was so much more to him than I had initially known.

And even if they had…I didn’t have any fucks to give anymore. “I get it,” I whispered back, a sudden, bitter camaraderie forming between us. “It sometimes feels like being a dog following their master.” Ezra scoffed, and my brows shot up at the raw honesty in the sound. All his professional veneer had gone up in smoke. In the light of the hallway, stripped of the "secretary" mask, he looked younger, perhaps barely twenty. He was tall—at least five-eleven—with a mop of curly blonde hair and those piercing green-olive eyes. He looked like a storybook prince—Adrien from Miraculous, perhaps—if that prince had been forced into a black button-down suit.

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.”

"Did you forget? Why are you even here Beta Landon? This is private." "I have a Luna, actually," Ezra says. Stella's gaze shifts, her jaw dropping at his confession. "Wh-What?" She stutters. "I have a woman that I'm..." He trails off, unable to even name one emotion that he feels for his one-day or more accurately four-hour fiancée. "Smitten," I finish for him. "Yes, very smitten with." He nods, shooting me a thankful smile. "And she is who I want to rebuild my life with, she is mature, she's kind, and capable of being a Luna."

I force my eyes to remain on his face and not the sweat slowly rolling down his broad chest. “If,” I correct. “If you win.” His lips twitch. “I accept.” “This is a terrible, terrible idea,” Tristan mutters. I ignore him. Ezra doesn’t wait to see if I follow. Turning, he saunters back to the ring. That’s the only word for it; his movements are so casual, so confident. Swallowing back my nervousness, I start after him, focusing on the way his muscles ripple along his shoulder blades, the way his spine carves down his back, two dimples stamped just above the casual black sweatpants he’d apparently changed into at some point.

Ezrah’s expression turned sorrowful, but since it could indeed happen, he did not refute it. “Then you can give everything to charity, I don’t care.” His arm tightened around her waist as he kissed her neck. Michelle inhaled deeply, as all her cells swiftly responded to his action. “This is too much, but do you promise to continue managing it?” she asked seriously, knowing she already had her hands full. “With pleasure,” Ezrah agreed. “Okay. I will sign it then.” That was how Ezrah gave away EZ Group and all his assets, but he knew that with Zora, it would be safe.