George Clooney Novels & Stories

Grandma asks. " They are not even dating yet " Mum says to Grandma. " I doubt if she has even spoken to him " Mum adds. " I trust Cal, she would have. Right ? " Lori asks. " You said you trust me mum " I say and laugh. " I do " Lori says. " I have I have. His name is Liam " I say. " Oh he sounds like british " mum says curtly and I blush and wink. " Oh wait shut up he is British ? " Lori yells almost deafening our ear drums..

Sheriff Black lay at my feet, his body covered in blood. With a heavy heart, I covered my mouth to muffle the scream that threatened to escape as I once again found myself on the cold ground. My hands shook as I crawled toward his lifeless body, desperately trying to wake him with a gentle shake. But as I searched for a pulse, my heart sank with the realization that he was truly gone. His eyes remained open, as though he was caught off guard, yet they stared into nothingness. With tears streaming down my face, I tenderly closed them and clung to his still form, allowing myself to cry softly.

George said his thoughts. He appeared much more relaxed than Alice because he was frequently on camera. He was able to completely ignore the cameras that were all around him. However, Alice was unsure whether this was his genuine thought, or if he was acting. To be honest, there had been a lot of gossip about George. He was a celebrity and public figure who had been famous for the past five years. Many actresses had expressed interest in being his fake girlfriend to gain attention. And he had never turned anyone down.

She looked toward the source of the noise just in time to see him jump off the last few stairs and land gracefully on his feet. He was wearing blue basketball shorts and a white-and-orange striped sleeveless hoodie. His light blond, almost white hair was still damp from his shower,andhis amethyst eyes looked directly at her, the excitement in them barely contained. With his straight nose, full lips, and boyish but strikingly handsome face, her son would make any woman go crazy over him in the future. Leonard Stone was the spitting image of her, except for the eyes and hair. He was still a bit on the leaner side but boys his age usually were. She knew his body would fill out when he got a bit

You can’t touch and kiss someone through a phone screen. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark brown hair was tousled, looking like he’d tried to tame it with his fingers, but he was sweaty, and it didn’t quite work. His broad shoulders and hairy chest are on full display, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. The shorts were hot and comical at the same time. They are comical because they are either Mikali or David’s. Therefore, they hang well past Logan’s knees, given his height difference from my guards.

“Denzel Washington.” She was beginning to really giggle now. “Chadwick Bosman.” I sighed. “Yeah. Henry Cavill, too.” “Cary Grant.” “Joe Manganiello.” She sighed. “Jason Momoa.” I sighed, too. We continued listing off Hollywood hotties until we fell asleep. Kamron and I spent most of Sunday with Kimia. They’d gone running as wolves together, and I walked on their trail, mostly by myself. We played video games, and watched movies. It was relaxing and chill.

By the way his smile slightly falters, me doesn’t seem to like that very much. “I’m Cian. You’ve surely heard of me before. I’m famous in your little mortal world. For all the wrong reasons, though,” he says delightedly. I frown. As far as I know, I’ve never heard of him. I can keep the bite out of my words. “You can’t be too famous if I don’t know you.” “But you do. See, I’m a Sin, and I know you’ve heard of those,” he tells me. He clearly takes pride in bragging about his tier as an immortal.

And there he was. Leaning casually against a pillar, wearing a hoodie and joggers, his hair messy and loose, those blue eyes locked onto hers. Mona swallowed hard. Damn. This man was dangerously gorgeous.

I think I can safely say it was the sexiest voice I’d ever heard. George Clooney sexy. Barry White smooth. Clive Owen without the British accent. And young. Much younger than the men I just mentioned – but I can’t think of any hot actors my own age with a voice like that. Deep. Rumbling. Powerful. And confident. You could tell from the first few words that this guy was used to getting his way. Not a demanding prima donna, but just kind of a ‘the king has spoken, now make it so’ kind of way.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.