George Not Found Fanart Novels & Stories

It wasn’t even a question. “Yes.” Her chin came up. “But that doesn’t mean I like you doing it.” “Keep telling yourself that, poppet.” George lowered the camera again and smirked at her. And, just for a moment, Cole allowed herself to notice that George was hot. In an arrogant sort of way. With those Marlene Dietrich eyes, all mockery and smolder.

Luck had been on Zezi's side that night and she didn't even have to look for George before he came to her. He had picked the lock of the Hall of Sculptures and slipped into it, his eyes sharp with observation, until he took a step back, startled. "I thought they were here," the words rushed out of his mouth, then he paused, his nose scrunching upwards. "Your scent has changed. You smell like them." Even though Gwen had brought a new dress for her, it felt like George could still see her in her ripped white dress. She smoothened the sleeves of her dress with her hands, brushing her fingers lightly over the high collar after she was done.

"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 pushed her phone towards him. “I will have to give it to the artist who did this Photoshop.” He glared at the picture of both of them naked under the duvet. “I won't stoop low for that, but I believe you are in doubt, I will send the pictures to you, so when you look at it, you will come to terms with that you laid with me, not once but twice, you know I really enjoyed you that night, and still crave for it, but I have to let you go since you belong to my sister.” She clicked away at her phone as she talked. George's phone beeped indicating that he received a message when he looked at it, it was pictures of them together.

Ana looked half crazed and George could feel her overwhelming needs. “I would never withhold this from you, love.” His fingers left her entrance, only to guide the wide tip of his cock into her entrance and sink balls deep in her. Ana gasped and shivered once he finished his initial impaling of her. It might be sick, but George loved the feel of her helpless under him. “I’m not going to be gentle, love. You need this more than life itself.” With that said, he wasted no more time and thrust into her with a passion that rivalled her own. Neither could stay quiet as he bottomed out within her again and again. Her inner walls flexed around him, stroking him, and milking him of every drop of his

He managed to get me fooled. Was he hoping to play the same games and replace me with Flora? Good God. How did I let myself get to this point? Believing him, falling for him... I shook my head. I grabbed my home laptop. I needed to be sure. I went to the search app and tried to find something about George's first wife. Maybe Vivian was wrong. Maybe they hadn't used the correct words to search hence the lack of results. But no matter what I typed, there was no result. It only showed me pictures of George and Flora. Just like Vivian had said. There were no traces of the first wife. Like she never existed.

whispered George, caressing her ice-cold shoulder. “I’m—I’m fine.” She looked away from him and moved ahead. George gazed at the stone for the last time, from where the real-like painting of his corpse lay. He shook his head. “I don’t understand what’s the threat for.”

Then finally it is time for the big reveal, which George accompanies with a very loud “Ta-da!” I gasp as I stare at the girl in the mirror. An amazingly gamine girl with a short pixie cut that emphasises her green eyes and pale skin stares back at me. A girl with cheekbones and plump lips all brought out by hair the amazing shade of an autumn maple leaf. That girl surely can’t be me? “Do you like it?” George asks, sounding hesitant for the first time since we arrived.

"Oh, I think his name is kind of one of the deck cards? I really couldn't remember about it, sorry. So what is it all about?" George sighed. "Was it Ace?" Andrea exclaim. "Yes, that's the name. Do you know him?" "I know him very well. He's a cunning man," George answered. "So, what did he tell you?" "Hmm, he sent me a picture and told me that if I saw that face around, I should kiss you." George's brow furrowed. "What picture?" "Wait, I'll send it to you." When the message arrived on Geoge's phone, he couldn't help but have his grip on his phone tighten. It was Sherly's picture.

“I can go on my own. Isaiah needs you here. I really wanted to see your works, but I guess nature has other plans for me tonight. I will see you some other time.” “Let me walk you outside.” George leaned in to peck Isaiah on his forehead before sauntering out with Rina, placing his hand around her back without actually touching her. He looked behind them at intervals, checking if any angry anti-fan was tailing them with the intent of hurting Rina. George knew he couldn’t allow that to happen on his watch, because not only would he feel so bad, he would also have Zayn to answer to. Outside, Rina waited under the night skies for the valet to get her car around. She sighed and rolled her eyes a