Geoff Total Drama Novels & Stories

“A little risky’s a huge understatement. There’ll be a huge risk at play this time, but I trust that Mr. Dunham will be willing to help us foot the bill…” As Javier told Doug about the next phase of his plan, Zayn was in a hurry to tell Geoffrey the good news he had just received. In the office, Zayn told Geoffrey everything, not leaving out a single detail. Geoffrey was a very cautious person by nature. He scrutinized all of the details that Zayn gave him, carefully thinking over the entire thing out of fear that it might be another trap. Finally, after more than ten minutes, Geoffrey gave Zayn his approval after not being able to identify any potential pitfalls with the plan.

"You have spoken, my children, the things you watch on Tv shows like Full House, but when you grow up and marry or get married, you will come in touch with reality and shed off fantasy. Arise, let's go into the house and prepare lunch." Georgie will be leaving with his executive for the trip to China tomorrow. I spoke to one of the county ministers who is my distant relative on phone. She confirmed the event but refused to unleash details. Perhaps after seeing him off tomorrow, I will stop by Moderncare to check on Pastor Anthony who has been in the special care unit. The clock is ticking towards midnight. Georgie is yet to come back home. I cannot stop worrying about his safety. ***

He called, stretching his hand towards the imaginary image. Geoffrey who was close by pounced in, lifting his head up, he called him but he said nothing except a soft mumble on his mouth. Geoffrey paused for a moment, then he pulled out his phone and dialed. “We have a problem,” he said. Jonathan threw his hands wide, yawning and groaning Evania's name. He stretched his right hand, with all his strength he pulled his neck towards him. “Yelena that witch,” he collapsed from the intoxication

I'd originally figured that even if Geoffrey lacked real ability, as long as he knew his place and stayed in line, I wouldn't mind securing him a life of comfort and privilege. But now the realization dawned on me that one could never polish a turd. I walked over to the trash can and threw the chicken soup in, container and all. Geoffrey's eyes widened in fury. "How dare you destroy things in my presence? Kayla, who exactly do you think you're giving attitude to? Try me—I'll divorce you on the spot and leave you penniless!" Valerie chimed in from the sidelines, fanning the flames. "Geoffrey is the one about to rise to fame and fortune, so what are you putting on airs for? Did you really thin

The Guild will be meeting at my house this afternoon, and there aren't even twenty of us. We're all strong, but are we strong enough? Geoff comes out of the house, still in his human form. "I told them. Let's get back to the car." As we walk down the driveway, I see Marybelle and Geoff waiting at the end of it. Marybelle's face is ashen, and I can tell she's seen too many dead bodies in her lifetime. Geoff's expression is grim and determined. "I'm sorry, Nora," he says. "I know you two were close."

I didn’t like where this was going, not one bit. “And that makes her easier to break,” he finished. My fists clenched slightly. “She’s not something you break. You know she is a tough cookie.” “She is hiding something that could get us all killed, Tristian. Let that stick to your brain cells, whether she is a tough cookie or not, she can always be broken.” Geoffrey retorted. Because that part was oddly right and true. “And what exactly are you planning?” I asked slowly. Geoffrey didn’t hesitate this time. “We start with the small things.”

Geoffrey endured the pain on his face: "Gambling, organ trafficking, inciting unrest in Miami." "That's all?" Amelia's gaze was calm. "Think carefully." Geoffrey's pupils contracted. He had indeed left out the stock market, but very few people knew about that. He didn't believe the person in front of him knew. "That's all." Geoffrey said firmly. "Just those things, but they've already been ruined." Amelia rested her chin on her hand and looked at Elijah: "Elijah, it's up to you. This man won't shed tears until he sees the coffin."

“B-Brother… My d-dad… and your m-mom… t-they got into a car accident.” “...” “T-They were brought in the hospital but… t-they are d-dead on arrival.” Slowly, Geoffrey put his hand down. His eyes turned blurry so that he could no longer see Adira in front of him. Keeping the tears in his eyes, Geoffrey turned around and ran away from the woman he loves. Since that, Geoffrey and Adira never see each other again. 12 years have passed. Geoffrey is now a 32-year-old unmarried guy. The shy and aloof boy is nowhere to be found. Geoffrey, still handsome and sexy, dated a lot of women, but he never gets serious with any of his exes.

“That… was what the people in the box were doing?” Geoff laughed into his neck, bit him again, drew a groan. “Close enough.” Keenan’s brow furrowed, catching his breath. “Then I do not understand why they would watch… when they could do.” Geoff pulled back, grinned wide, cupped Keenan’s jaw, thumb dragged over swollen lips. “You’re catching on fast.” His eyes darkened, hungry. “And I promise, there’s a lot more they didn’t show.” Keenan’s eyes widened, awe and hunger mixing, his cock stirring again despite the mess. “Then show me,” he said, voice low, almost dangerous, a challenge.

“Thank you.” After they went downstairs, Winter got into Roy’s SUV and sent William a text. “G’s taking me out for a bit, so don’t rush back. Stay with Grandpa a little longer. He likes the comedy skits on the New Year’s Eve special, and I checked the lineup. One of his favorite performers will be on in about half an hour.” She remembered that before she got pregnant, when she had been learning self-defense from Roy, William used to call him “G” too, same as Zion did.