George Lopez Novels & Stories

“Mr. Wright, it is good to see you again.” “Likewise, George. This is Miss Lopez. She is the new occupant of this home.” He stood aside as he introduced me to the handsome man, who looked almost thirty or so. He had a ruddy appearance, with a beard and strong arms. His hair was mussed and he was covered in sweat. His sleeves were rolled up past his elbows and a tattoo peeked from underneath. On his left hand, there was a beautiful wedding band. “Miss Lopez, this is George Cyrus. He is the caretaker as well as the security officer for your condo.”

Call 09********* if interested. I stuck it on the windshield in front of me. He saw it. Didn’t react. I turned my attention to the window, watching the scenery shift. Leo took a call—it lasted about twenty minutes. Then my phone buzzed. An unknown number. “Hello?” I answered. “Good morning. This is George Leonardo Zapanta Vasquez, CEO of a hundred and two companies, 6'3, and extremely jealous. Are you still hiring? Because I’m very interested in holding your hand.”

“It takes guts to reject Lorenzo outright and walk away with the man of your dreams.” “Stephanie!” Lorenzo's hard slap on the table and his low growl made me jump in my chair.

George said, "How terrible." "Can you earn it? If you can't, what right do you have to laugh at me?" "Why can't I?" George said nonchalantly. "I might not be able to earn it within a year, but I could surely earn it in this life." Leah was stunned by his arrogance. "Is your pay very high?" "What do you think?" George asked. "Before I was hired by Mr. Foster, I was an international fighting champion. The prize money I win every year is more than a hundred thousand. Do you think he would offer me a lower amount than that?"

You’ll remember all the crazy little things that remind you that, no matter what, no matter how difficult or impossible it may seem, there’s no one else in this world more perfect for you than he is. “What are you thinking?” George stroked the inside of my wrist with his thumb. I rolled my head to the side and smiled. “I’m thinking I’m really glad you hired Christy Lopez.” He leaned forward and kissed me with his own smile playing on his lips.

Third person point of view: “You are not going to call him to your side, Diego.” Luna Claudia snapped at her son, knowing that he was going to call the one man that she did not want him working with. The one person who she saw as a threat to him since he was born. The main reason why she believed that her eldest died.

Lorenzo asked in surprise, lifting his head slowly to look at George. "Of course, why would I ever forget? Luigi Russo." George said, looking at Lorenzo and enjoying his facial reaction to the name he had just mentioned. "That name, that's my, my hm late cousin's name. He was my favourite cousin until death took him away from me in a cult clash." Lorenzo said with tears streaming down his cheek. "What if I told you he is alive and didn't die?" George asked him with a wide smile on his face as he looked around, noticing his men were all confused and wasn't expecting his reaction.

“ Bastard!! “ I said, eyeing the three storey construction building behind him. George Lopez's dream project!! Or I might say, My dream project that he stole. He has been too fast in its making. He had other plans for this place but he exchanged them with my ideas, the instant he got his hands on them and in Just two months he had already made it to the second floor. A big ass amount must be used, indeed. “ It's not just it. “ Alex grinned, interrupting my thoughts and then stepped aside making a figure clutched in the hold of two of our men, visible to me. That's where I couldn't hide my impressed smirk. George Lopez!! I walked