George Novels & Stories

She never had time for friends. Then she met George. A talent scout. Well, George was short for Georgina, --a transgender who scouted fresh faces for the modeling industry, kind and sweet. And absolutely street smart. George said Anna's beauty blew her mind away and declared her fresh, exotic, and gifted. Ultimately, the talent scout encouraged her to audition, even though she was really ignorant at that time and out of her depth.

His walls were lined with shelves. "Shift." the command pulled me put of my trance as I settled on the main in front of me. Ge must have shifted while I was occupied studying his room. My eyes drew to the main in front of me. Except he was no man. No this was a Greek God. An Adonis that sat leaning casually against his desk. He was wearing only wearing some boxers leaving the rest of his delectable skin uncovered.

Oups. "It's ok, I am used to that." Hannah smiled at him as he winked to her. I think she likes him. Not because his very attractive deep voice, but his black hair and green eyes makes him a whole package to her. "I am George by the way. George Tomlinson." He smiled and sat on the opposite side of the table where we were sitting. "Wait you are..." I started talking surprisingly. "Gorilla's son?" Hannah finished me. We looked at him with our eyes wide open. We couldn't took our eyes off of him even though he started to feel embarrassed. We looked at him not knowing how in the hell is this beautiful creature the fruit of Gorilla,

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

I indicate us both with my forefinger “before...” “Leda – I – I’m a terribly selfish man. I did something truly terrible, and it was only after I’d done it that the – the sheer severity of it – of what I'd done – that it hit me. By then, it was too late.” He puts his arms out to his sides as he seeks an explanation.

I calmly cooed, taking a step toward her. She looked indecisive, narrowing her eyes in on me, and furrowing her brows in the process, "Who are you?" She murmured, "What are you?" Her voice was clearer as she asked those questions and I couldn't help but stare at her wide-eyed. It was such an odd question that I didn't expect from her. "What do you mean?" I asked, feigning unsureness, "My name is Zion Collins and although I said that I'm from Pluto, Angel face, I lied. I'm actually human."

It’s a sudden flash of a man all blurry. “Goodnight Selena.” His voice echoed on my head but it’s not very clear. I’m getting goosebumps all over my body and stand up to run downstairs. After gulping a glass of water, I tried breathing some more air to calm down a bit. It’s not creepy but I feel very weird. “Who is Selena?” I asked out of the blue sitting at the chair. The name seemed like it’s mine. That guy seemed like he is always whispering it to me. I’m no longer sleepy so I stayed late watching random movies on the television. I’m watching but my head is floating. I can’t even understand what I’m watching.

She thought she wasn't allowed to be happy on a day like today. "Don't be. It was nice to see." Kendra said as the paramedics finally arrived, and George Sweetin walked over with his partner. Chloe had seen him around but forgot what his name was until someone greeted him. George was a grade ahead of her and played starting quarterback for three years. He was huge at 6'2 and 245 pounds of pure muscle. He looked as though he had been chiseled out of stone. He was the sweetest guy she'd known growing up. He married the lead baton twirler Candace Sentry. George had the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

He corrected. 🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳 Shit just went down. Lol.