Fletcher Book Novels & Stories

her eyes sliding over to Fletcher, who doesn't miss her jab. "Well," Fletcher responds, an evil glint twinkling in his eye, "if you're too exhausted to go home, you can always have a sleepover with me. I'll make sure you're well taken care of." His words do what I suspect he intended as a roar leaves Matt's lips. "Listen here," Matt snaps, "you rogue piece of shit, I have no problem killing you and dumping you outside of my territory borders so the crows can feed on your waste of space body."

Edward shows him the book and he looks at it. “Well, the long awaited time has now come” Fleki says as he takes the book.

Fletcher smiled and replied, “Considering the precarious situation the miss is in, we must tread carefully in our endeavors, Ms. Hunt. It will be wise not to stay too long. I hope you can understand, Ms. Hunt.” He gave Serenity a nod and waved the sisters goodbye before turning on his heel and taking off. By the looks of his straight back and steady footsteps, the sisters could tell that Caroline cared a lot about Mr. Fletcher. In fact, Caroline trusted him enough to send him to Wiltspoon. “He must be Caroline’s right-hand man,” Serenity murmured. “I believe he’s more than her right-hand man.” Liberty took notice of the tender look on Mr. Fletcher’s face when talking about Caroline. Caroline

It was clear that Fabian's dislike for Fletcher ran deep, much like the rest of the people who encountered Fletcher. The depth of hatred for this man stirred a question that hovered heavily in my mind. If everyone detested him to such an extent, why keep him around? But that was a conversation for another time, shelved away as the twins bounded back into the room, their arms filled with what appeared to be a book of drawings and pictures they had colored for me.

he retorts, his temper rising, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about her.” His confessions have my nostrils flaring, this would be so much simpler if he’d just get lost. Leave Charity and I alone to figure things out for ourselves. “What do you want from her, anyway? Hmm, as credibility?” The accusation leaving my lips before I have the chance to stop it. Even as the quip lands, I cringe at my half hazard assumptions. The one telling me he is only involved because of what Charity is and not who she is. Fletcher, being who he is, doesn’t miss my underhanded comments for a second. His eyes shifting to the onyx of his pupils, dilating until it consumes the blue irises completely. A deadly a

"I'm Fletcher. I'm new to the city, and I have a confession to make." *"We just met, and you're already confessing things?"* *"I saw you here last week," he continued, ignoring her attempt at humor. "And the week before that. You always sit in this same corner, always order the same coffee, and you have this look on your face like you're solving the world's problems one spreadsheet at a time."* *Loise felt her cheeks warm. "That's either very observant or very creepy."* *"I prefer observant," Fletcher said, his smile widening. "I'm a businessman—observation is kind of my thing. And I've been trying to work up the courage to talk to you for two weeks."*

“I was not trying to insult you back there; I was just trying to get more out of Witterson. “I know he respects his branch leader, and their relationship is peaceful. They should have had a conflict of interest, but they did not turn on each other and continued to trust each other.” Lyra was curious now that she thought about it. “I understand, Ma’am. You don’t need to worry. We know what to do.” As the door opened, Fletcher stepped forward to hold the door for Lyra to go out. He had gotten used to his relationship with Lyra, and it was natural for him to serve her like a princess. Compared to Edmund and the Westeros branch leader, Fletcher knew his status was relatively low in front of Lyra

Fletcher's face turned from white to blue, blue to gray, a pair of eyes, staring at Ashley lying on the ground… It seemed that Milan hated this evil thing to the core, hated it so much that he was determined to humiliate and torture this evil thing, determined to make this evil thing become a prostitute. "Let's go." Mr. Fletcher said nothing, lifted his feet, and hurriedly left Ashley's dormitory. Mrs. Ezra was still frozen at this time and was roughly grabbed by Mr. Fletcher and dragged out of the dormitory. "Mr. Fletcher, why did you suddenly leave like this?" Mr. Fletcher hurriedly walked away: "If you don't go, then stay here and face Milan. Didn't you hear what that evil thing just said