George Not Found Cosplay Novels & Stories

"I got to go. I am not disconnecting okay" With that he opened the door and again he was disappointed. Like seriously. A customized Audi. Damn. Jagger checked on himself and sighed that he was still fucking hot BOY. Not any girl. Jeez. George was standing out, leaning by the passenger door. He was wearing same blue shade shirt with white slacks. "Hello Cole. You are looking more handsome than I had imagined. Please". He held the door open but Jagger slammed it shut. George was stunned for a while.

She looked beautiful in her gown, but she still had that cool vibe — black nails, a few piercings, and an attitude that said she did not care much about all this fancy stuff. “Hey, sis,” she said when she reached me. “How are you doing? How is your health?” “I’m fine,” I replied, smiling softly. “Everything is okay now.” Iris nodded. “George wanted to come tonight, but he couldn’t make it. He really wanted to see you. He has missed you for a long time.” I remembered who George was — the stepbrother. “Oh, that’s so sad. I would have loved to see him.”

I hang the dress on the back of the door and set the shoes near my vanity stool, then pull out a pair of my sexiest panties and a matching bra. That's when I notice George standing at the doorway watching me. I pad over to him with a smile, and even though my thin as a board figure is 5'9, I still need to need to stand on tiptoes as I reach up for a kiss. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arm around my bare waist to pull me in closer. "You couldn't be sexier than you are right now wearing our ring on your promised finger and nothing else," He whispers in a voice that says he wants to do very naughty things and makes my whole body flush.

Nodding their heads, Albert and Jackson mingle into the club and I am once again left alone with him. “I am counting on you, kitten. Do not fuck it up!” he warns. With a nod, I sprint away in search of our target, Mr. George Wang. Walking around for a few minutes now, I spot George at the bar with a few ladies swooning over him. He looks exactly as discussed. In his fifties, grey hair, muscular body still got that body fit, looking wicked. As I take in a breath, I hear his raspy voice through my earpiece which was covered by my flowy long locks.

After all, before him, George was not only an ant, but he was also a pitifully weak ant. Seeing that Lucas did not pay any attention to him, George's face twitched. "Hello, I am the Young Master of the Yeager family in White Wolf Base City." George firmly believed that Lucas didn't know his identity, which was the reason why he was so calm. At the moment when he revealed his identity, George looked at Lucas' fair face. He naturally knew that Lucas' face would show deep shock. Unfortunately, to George's surprise, not to mention deep shock, Lucas' face did not even change.

I said with a short laugh. "Pick a blouse and let's go" George said motioning me towards the blouses rack. "Whoa! G, such a coincidence" a voice said as a lady approached in heels. She donned a light flay gown and red heels. "If you see anything you like, you can take it too" George said as he walked towards the lady. I pursed my lips as I searched the blouses rack. I found a blouse with GIRLIE boldly written on it. I smiled as I picked it out and went to change. I folded my former clothes in my hands.

The next few days went quickly and without any incidents, it was now the night of the Masquerade Ball and she had his costume sent to his room. He went over to the bed and opened up the box and shook his head. She just had to pick out a cop's uniform for him to wear, well he figured it could have been worse. He put it on and then sat down with the file George had sent him on Legolas, there was also a picture of him. He read the information about the man but there was still no clue as to his whereabouts.

He growled. Oh, he was naked. Alphas shifted back to their human form nude. Thank the moon goddess that Raphael closed my eyes because no. Just no. George was a handsome guy, but that didn’t mean I wanted to see him in his birthday suit. The only man I ever wanted to see that way was Raphael. He could stay nude all day long, and I wouldn’t mind. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to.” George apologised, realising his mistake. “Don’t just apologise; just go find something to wear.”

"I don't think you'll survive in these." This was weird. Why was the Beta of the Royal pack picking clothes out for me? It was blurring the line between being a man of authority and being my friend. Was he my friend? "These would do." He placed a pair of brown flats on the floor and walked back to the door. "I'll tell you why it's important after you get ready," George told me and left, closing the door behind him. *** I chose to wear a black dress instead. It was equally beautiful, hugging my curves and bringing out a beauty I didn't know I had.

“Unshakable.” Luna met her own eyes in the mirror. “Good,” she said softly. “That’s the point.” Meanwhile George as well was in his Study, trying to gather his thoughts and mind for the event, the fact that he was going to erase the woman who he had always gone out to these parties with to replace her in public. George stood at the wide bay window, already dressed in a custom black tuxedo, cuffs glinting with the Knights Corp insignia. His reflection stared back at him from the glass, colder than the night outside.