George Not Found Haircut Novels & Stories

George Age: 26 Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Last Seen: At The Velvet Room nightclub on Friday night, wearing a black tank top, blue skinny jeans, and black platform heels. Please contact the number below if you have any information… I didn’t know Kat. Only a name I’d overheard from Jake and Tristan once. But her face had been following me for weeks now—bulletin boards, bathroom stalls, lampposts. Same too-wide smile. Same caption in bold black font: MISSING. Only this time, I caught the culprit; the girl who had been plastering the posters all around campus. She was slapping the flyers up like her life depended on it.

“I think I’ve got a thing for someone.” Katherine blinked, momentarily surprised. George wasn’t exactly known for being shy about his romantic interests. “Oh? Who?” His face flushed slightly, a rare sight for her usually confident brother. “One of the maids.” Katherine’s smirk widened. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.” She raised her hand in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. No judgment. Who is she?” George hesitated for a moment, but then finally said, “Her name’s Lily.” Katherine narrowed her eyes, searching her memory for a face to go with the name. “Lily... she’s the one with the auburn hair, right? Kind of quiet?”

I'm such a. "Can you stop thinking for a minute. It's annoying" I blinked looking at George who woke up caressing his loose hair "Why do you think so much?" he asked, flipping his hair back and tying it into a man bun OH.MY.GOD. I gulped looking at the sculpture in front of me. He looked deadly hot. Is it because we're fated mates and now I could feel it. His pheromones. Oh it's very faint but No body can miss this dominating lavender scent with a mixture of....Mud?

I greeted the giant before me. "I was coming through the city and decided to come and say hello to my favorite bartender.” He grinned before pointing to my office door. "I also have some new products in case you're interested.” George was a handsome male specimen, almost seven feet tall, with blond hair that was always well combed, happy brown eyes, and a model smile. Oh, and a body of fear, literally of fear. I guided him to the office, because he wasn’t only physically beautiful, but also intelligent, he had a tequila distillery that was beginning to sound among the shops.

The perpetrator wore a cap and a mask, hiding his face. “Serves you right!” “What are you looking at?” George got out of the showers and saw that Anna had already washed herself clean, her skin pink and fresh. She was leaning against the headboard and scrolling on her mobile when he came over. Anna turned and saw that George came out without drying his hair, the perfume of his shampoo still thick in the air. She put down her phone and went to get the hair-dryer from the bathroom. “Sit.” George sat on the bed. He sat with his legs crossed, but because he was too tall, Anna had to kneel behind him to reach his head.

“Not as beautiful as the woman who’ll wear it.” Her cheeks flushed, “You won't even miss any opportunity to complement me?” “Yes my love,” he replied and she kissed the back of his hand. They began to change, the staff having already left them alone. George slipped into the fitting area, shrugging off his blazer, his crisp white shirt following as he unbuttoned each clasp with slow precision. His broad chest came into view, smooth skin taut over defined muscles, the faintest trail of dark hair running down into the waistband of his trousers.

“Really, how lovely you get to witness my torture. You’ll know who he will be because he’ll be the ugliest one with the least prospects, and probably the worst manners.” “Why would that be?” George that was his name. It finally clicked for her. Dang, he must have come from the training field by the way he was dressed. She had to admit he had guts to show his face like this in front of her father. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as she thought.

I nodded gently with a smile. She stood beside me, holding Olivia's hand. "I don't want my funeral to be like this," she said. "This isn't a funeral, it's more like a celebration," I replied. "George would be heartbroken. He did so much for everyone, and this is how they repay him?" I sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy. "Where's Carlton?" she asked. "He went inside to do something," I replied. "Rest in peace, George," she whispered. As I gazed at her, I noticed her hair had tangled in the garden. I reached out to gently untangle it, but she suddenly froze, her eyes wide with horror. "Stop! Stop!" she screamed, covering her ears with her hands.

I said realizing she didn't change a thing! "You dyed your hair! You have make-up!" She exclaimed, caressing my cheek, analyzing my entire face and my hair from the bottom to my peeks! "Thanks, I wanted to surprise you!" I said, giggling like a small kid! "I don't exist?" I heard a strong voice behind Hannah. "George!" I yelled, as I ran to hug him! He changed! He has muscles now; some facial hair and I honestly think his green eyes turned greener!

She shrugged his arm off and took a side step away from him. George was a foot shorter than Josh. His body wasn’t as broad or as toned as Josh’s either. He was blond and had a very striking face. He knew he was cute and he used it to his advantage, which only made him more obsessed with himself because he could get any girl he wanted—except for Lee. She was immune to his charms. There was not one gallant bone in his body and he always thought of number one first. “It was a private conversation, George,” Josh said shrugging his arm off.