George Not Found Fanart Novels & Stories

George was a little upset when he said this. He wondered where Elliot was at that moment and whether he was doing well or not. "I'm happy for you." Leah smiled. "By the way, has anyone found him yet?" George shook his head. "I have not contacted Miss Tate. If she found where Mr. Foster is, she would surely tell me." Leah nodded a small nod.

“H-his name is, George. He’s the Councilman's driver, his trusted advisor, and one of the few people that has been let in on the s-secret workings of their operation. He's sort of a big deal to t-those people. “George what?” I snap. He sobs. “I don’t know, man,” he wails. “He just introduced himself as George.” “Then what does he look like?” I grind out impatiently through gritted teeth. He sniffles, snot leaking down his chapped lips. “White, blonde, has a scar cutting across his nose, and a beard. You can’t miss the scar, it’s pretty fucked looking.” I roll my neck, groaning as the muscles pop. It’s been a long fucking day. "What else does this George do?" I know he's hiding something.

He was whining like a child. George is the leader of the dragon tribe, his arrogant and bossy Dragone he never takes no for an answer. Unlike Jeremy and the other lycans George’s eyes are like diamond stones. He is a dark tall young man who looks like he is in his late twenties.George was known for his lack of patience. “Well all know DEATHS agenda” Black said with a calm voice which traveled through the room. “We need to know what that girl is” “Yes what is so important about her that DEATH adopted her”

Jon spat, ripping out the rag and yanking George by the collar of his checkered pajamas. The gash on his lip quivered. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ve got kids, a wife.” “Zoe!” Jon yelled, ripping George so close he could smell blood. “Tell me where you fucking took her.” “She’s at a secondary location. I – I can show you.” The words spewed from George’s mouth, each a last ditch effort to save himself from his impending fate. “It’s off the main road, underground. You – you won’t be able to get in without me. The security… it’s insane and the entrance isn’t visible. You – you have to know…”

“What are you staring at?” George cleared his throat, suddenly fascinated by the rim of his glass. “It’s… nothing. Really. Just thought I saw someone I knew from the club” Vick's jaw ticked and his eyes narrowed but he said nothing. It was possible George thought Joan was Charlotte since the sisters totally look alike… just the hair color was different. And it wasn't surprising since Charlotte did frequent The Echelon club before she started dating Johnny and George was also a regular there.

they winked, laughed mischievously and sashaying into the jazz of the party. Yara grabbed a glass of scotch, gulping it in a nanosecond and using the back of her palms to wipe her lips when she felt an arm tug at her lightly from behind. "Didn't think you'll make it to the party." A cool tone hollered, she spurned around, taking in the sight of George in a camo ripped jeans, a stripped tee donning over a white vest and a white can. He looked breathtaking, as always. Her lips curled up into a smile, " Well, hello to you too, George." She said and he laughed, carefree like.

“Hey! You forced me into this.” “And you are fuckin’ great, but not when you’re working with a dick like Derrick,” he responded. “I’m just wondering where the hell I’m getting a male model from now.” “You don’t need one.” George pulled his shirt over his head. “Do you have a second pair of those shorts?” A girl from wardrobe nods and ran off. “What the hell are you doin’?” George stretched his arms out. “I’m being your model.” “You’re the boss!” Joe and I replied in unison.

She narrows his eyes at him, "You haven't grown fond of her already, have you?" He shakes his head, "That girl doesn't even have a heart, how can one be fond of her?" Willam smirks at him, "And you count yourself among the people that have hearts?" George smiles cockily, "I do have a heart, right here.." He places his hand on the left side of his chest. "You're the one lacking one." William laughs and shakes his head. "I have been trying to reach my assistant for a while now but cannot, I wonder where in the world he is."

Their green nails match bright green eyes under finely arched brows. “Want to come with me to a week-long wedding in Montauk?” George frowns. “Not really. I have tickets to a show. They were very hard to get.” “There’s a spa.” “Tempting.” They tap a finger against their chin and eye me appraisingly. “But no. Whose wedding is this, anyway?” “Amora’s,” I say shortly, and George lets out what can only be described as a cackle. “You’re going to that?”

David said. - - - At the pub, the music blasted all around. The place was slightly packed. George stepped in first, and Katarina followed, her hand resting on his arm. Whispers followed as people turned to look. “That’s Prince George,” someone near the door said. “And the Drakonhelm princess.” “Maybe we’ll get a wedding after all,” another whispered. Katarina’s fingers tightened on his sleeve, but George shifted slightly, just enough for her hand to slip from his arm.