Fizz X Ozzie Novels & Stories

“Look at him. He’s so happy!” They were both watching Frodo who had joined his fingers together, flipped his palms forward, and stretched his arms before cracking his own neck. “D’accord, mon amour. Let’s be Q.” He looked around when the others seemed confused. “Zee zmart one wiz all zee gadgetz in Jamez Bond, ne?” The group laughed. It seemed Gresso’s computer whiz had charmed everyone. Even Z who was usually stingy with his snacks except with Yrah, offered him some of his potato crisps.

“What’s up, Fizz?” I replied, standing up on my feet and putting my paperwork to the side. Fizz was my right-hand man – the brother that I could rely on no matter what, to get me through every situation. He was Pakistani, with pale eyes, a rugged beard, and a strong, well-built frame. We’d known each other since we were kids, and we did everything together. We weren’t related by blood, but he was the only man out of everybody who worked for me who I could call my own family, and would trust with my own life. His name was Faizan, but we all called him Fizz.

Ozzie is here because I asked him to be. Not to perform family — to be family, which is different. Ozzie at a dinner like this is the specific version of himself that he becomes when something matters: attentive, sharper than usual, the humour present but at a lower volume, the protectiveness of him calibrated to a register that is warm rather than territorial. He sits across from Dorin Voss and looks at him with the directness of the Fennel gene. Dorin looks back. There is a moment of mutual assessment that I observe with interest — two men reading each other across a restaurant table, both of them trying to determine what the other actually is beneath what they are presenting.

“What do you know? I’m a prestigious Golden Black card member! I’ve spent a total of 900 thousand to a million dollars in The Oasis! Do you know how much that is? It’s nothing an average person can ever make in their entire life! Mr. Larson, I’m not looking down on you, but do you really know what The Oasis is?” Faye wore a slight frown as she secretly agreed with Seamus’s words. The Oasis was truly somewhere only the wealthy elites qualified to patronize. Zayn was but an average Joe. Where did he get his confidence to chill at The Oasis? Was it just because he knew the chairman of Violet Vision? Unruffled, Zayn maintained his smile. “Of course, I know what The Oasis is. In fact, I’m…Never m

she asked. Billie smiled. In the teambuilding, Zofi is the most energetic of all. Her teammates enjoy the games that she planned. Best of all, she makes Jiro smile more. "Who are you calling?" Saatchi asked. "I'm trying to get Zofi on the phone so you can talk," Billie said. Saatchi feels awkward about the idea. She's never that close to Zofi. "She's not picking up," he said. "Do you guys go out every weekend?" she asked.

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** Ozgur changed his facial expression. "Forget it for a second, Zoey. Look at this table. It's like Maundy Thursday." Ozgur tried to change the topic of this conversation. "Yeah that's right, it looks like it's party food." Zeus shares the opinion.

The face of Salmond was priceless; he looked to be filled with pleasure and I would not blame him one bit; this is Candie Foxx afterall. She moved then to Zeus. He had this satisfactory grin on his face as Candie rocked him hard. I watched as Zeus pulled out a dollar note and placed it on her panties. Next up was Alex; he was literally shaking with joy. Candie Foxx rocked hard against Alex and the poor dude had a pre-cum. I could see the disappointment on his face as we laughed at him "I swear this ain't funny bro". I prepared myself for Candie Foxx but I noticed she moved away, causing me to stare at her in disbelief

Then she giggled as their lips parted to gasp a breath of air. “Now, I don't think I still want to go anywhere else for the weekend…” Izzy winked as she grinned at Owen. “Whatever makes you happy, bossy!” Owen replied with a chuckle. “As long as I get this close to you, I don't think the place matters at all!”

Tapping the side of her cheek with her forefinger, she quickly added, “oh, and margarita pizza. She doesn’t like tomatoes on burgers but she loves it on pizza.” Frazier gave her a solid nod and took out his phone. I eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing?” “Writing those down, just in case,” answered him as he started to type on his phone. Jess peered over his shoulder to see what he was typing then winked at me. “Oh, Autumn, I like this guy.” I rolled my eyes at her. To Frazier, she pointed to his screen and asked, “Is that her nickname?”

Smoke curled from his lips as he watched Reyes’ car pull up and idle for a moment before the engine cut off. Reyes stepped out, coat tugged against the wind, and walked toward him. “You showed,” Red said, flicking ash off his cigarette. “You talk,” Reyes replied simply. Red took another drag, then nodded slightly. “Ozzy was drunk last night. Slurring his guts out.” Reyes stopped a few feet away. “About?” “Girls,” Red said flatly. “On a farm. Said everyone treats him like shit—Luis, Milo, even Riko. Complained that Luis won’t touch a girl if Ozzy got to her first. Like they’re dirty or something.”