George Not Found Novels & Stories

(Thomas) The silence in the car was interrupted by my phone buzzing again. I answered it immediately, George’s voice crackling through the line. “I found something else,” George said, “Another camera picked up the car turning onto East Fremont. I’m trying to find the exact location but it might take a minute.” Jack and I exchanged a glance, his expression set with the same determination I felt, “George, I can’t thank you enough.” “It’s what I’m here for Thomas. Now get back here quick so that we can plan how to proceed,” George replied.

“And worried. Did you get any sleep last night?" "Yeah, just a few hours." He answered even though he didn't look like he had, standing and stretching. “Most importantly, we need to find Nate.” I stared at the cell phone in his hand. "Did you tell the Queen?" I asked. He nodded. "What's the plan?" George walked over to the small kitchen area and poured two cups of coffee. While I slept, he had made coffee. He handed one to me and took a sip from his own. "I have some contacts who might be able to help us. People who will know how to deal with the Obsidian Wolves.”

George smiled at Wilbur. "What, don't recognize me?" Because of what happened with Botani, Wilbur was still wary of others. He looked coldly at George, saying, "Why should I? I've never seen you in these quarters before. Tell me who you are now!" George said, "Well, I've not seen you here before either, but you're definitely an interesting guy." Just then, Edmund, having sensed George's aura from the secret chamber, walked out. "Oh, it's you, Lord George."

Giovanni, then who was she to have doubts? She's risking this for Alexander, and she's hoping that she isn't making the wrong decision. Cautiously, she took the glass of wine to her lips, and just when she was about to take a sip, she felt a hard pinch on her waist that made her choke on her drink. “Are you okay, Mrs. Georgia?” Mr. Giovanni asked worriedly, but instead of replying, she snapped her head towards Alexander with wide-opened eyes, and at the same time, gave him a puzzling look as to why he suddenly did that.

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…”

George was on his way to the throne room when he met him on the way and at once he accosted him “You still haven't found Nora yet?” He asked, hoping to hear a different tale this time around but it was still the same. Snapping his eyes shut, George threw his head backwards while Karen patted his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “What do you intend to do now? I mean, we have to find Nora by all cost.” “I have a deep conviction that Nora isn't missing.” Karen said, halting George who was currently heading to the palace. “Nora is not a child. She knows what happens when she suddenly disappears and wouldn't do so.” George huffed and then stormed off in anger.

After Charles and I talked, I immediately opened my F******k. There were some notifications but I ignored them. I just looked for the invitation to our reunion. And true enough there is. I clicked it. I saw that almost everyone will come, the others are maybe but no one chose the not joining choice. I browse who's going. I saw Jester and Rachel's name using Jester's surname. I felt a pain in my heart. Suddenly my heart beat faster. I'm nervous.

He needed the answer. Shallie spoke, "Sir, I don't know where is she." George didn't say anything. She knew that his wife went early than him. She should be here at this moment. He wanted the explanation. Shallie continued, "Sir, she may be in the washroom." George replied, "Then check there." Shallie instantly ran towards the ladies' washroom, but she found none. She even checked the men's washroom for clarification. She lowered her head and said, "Sir, I don't know."

George defended, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I thought so too but– why are you here?" She asked again. "Umm…I came to see Blake!" He blurted out of the blue. "Me? Are sure it's me because – I don't remember you booking an appointment with me. Or is there any I don't know of?" Blake asked Zane curiously. "None in the record." Zane replied. "An appointment! Do I need an appointment to see you now?" George sneered, showing his disgust

he said and tried to cut the call to give him the chance to call George. “We don't have his contact,” Gerald informed him and he was shocked. He looked at George who looked down in shame before he admonished him. “That is absurd. How can you be together for some days without asking for his contact? He will call you now.” He cut the call, faced George, and instructed him, “Gerald wishes to speak with you. Kindly call him.” George was mute and still looking down. He waited for his response and when he did not, he asked him, “Do you have his contact at all?”