George Novels & Stories

Then again, Pedro, or Panther as he liked to call himself, didn’t seem like a criminal who decapitated his enemies' heads, but I had seen the pictures, so I knew the truth. “Hey, kid!” George made his presence known. He patted my shoulder and joined me at my mother’s grave. “Hey.” “So, how are you holding up?” “I’m good, sir. How about you?” “Besides missing my only daughter…fine, I think.” He sighed. “Although I’m pretty sure she’s not doing well in that household.” This was typically George. He didn’t want to come off as too pushy, so instead, he used reverse psychology.

“Sо, tеll me аbоut уоur nерhеw.” Blаkе glаnсеѕ оvеr, and I саn ѕее he’s bееn dеер in thought, too. “George іѕ a lеgеnd, hе’ѕ ѕеvеn, and Brеndа, mу ѕіѕtеr, іѕ dоіng a grеаt jоb rаіѕіng him. His dad bаіlеd еаrlу on, so hе’ѕ рrеttу сlоѕе wіth his mоm.”

George's legs were shaking even though they weren't visible that much but one focused can tell. Valentine smiled and said, "Can't you feel the heater Scientist George turned on so I don't catch a cold? Scientist George is really kind." Listening to Valentine talk in favor of George is already suspicious to Joshim. He has seen Valentine growing up and never once in his life he has liked Scientist George even when he did something for him. "Scientist George invented the time machine, do you believe that?"

Lean into the feeling and all that. He’s probably straight, anyway. Even if he wasn’t, he’s still the owner’s son, and that would be the recipe for an incredibly awkward situation. I don't think trying to pull his son would go very well. George is an ex-marine who’s still holding onto the idea that war is what the world needs for every single terrible thing that happens daily to change. The only thing he ever talks about is politics. I don’t think I’ve ever had a full conversation with him. Not that I care.

Elliot could fully understand their feelings. After Mrs. Kennedy finished talking, he said calmly, "George owns a mansion worth four and a half million dollars at Third Ring. He also has a huge flat in central downtown, which is more than twenty square meters in size. Its value should not be less than the mansion's. Aside from that, George has been letting me handle his income all these years. Tonight, on the way here, I asked my financial consultant about his estate. He told me that George's fortune has doubled tenfold."

Was it possible to have two people with such similar voices in this world? If Terry was truly his father, why did he not look surprised and delighted upon seeing him and Alden? George had identified the wrong person as his father... He missed his father too much and had mistaken the man before him as his father. That had to be the case, right? George held back his tears and said in a low voice, “Our father is Duke Winters. Have you heard of this name?”

King George was married to Sasha Lopez who bore him a son who was named Miller and two years later, she bore him another Son who was named Rico. While the two were growing up, even though they were borne of the same parents, Miller and Rico seemed to possess some remarkable differences. While Miller was calm and possess good qualities just like his father, Rico was the exact opposite of his brother in terms of behavior. He's very stubborn and hot-tempered.

Making him chuckle a bit. "I haven't even introduced myself." He says with a small smiling playing on his lips. "I'm Gerald." He says calmly. "Alexandra. But everyone calls me Alexs." She responds. "Doesn't that sound masculine?" Gerald laughs. He touches his temple slightly. "So Alexs, can I have your digits?" He says calmly. Alexandra smiles. "Well, you can't!" She responds, she could see the shock on his face. "I mean currently I don't have a phone, because apparently, your friend seized it." She smiles. "But I can have yours. I will call you with my cousin's line." Alexandra says.

She wasn't ready for any of it. She didn't have any clue that he was so well off, if that ever was the right term. He's fucking rich as Croesus. And now as she sat on the passenger's seat of his Audi S5 Cabriolet convertible, she couldn't help but flip her mind out. They didn't even get his car from their basement garage, they just waited for the valet to go get it for them as they waited in front of the luxurious building. She was still trying to wrap her head around everything. "I mean," she continued, getting out of her unglued thoughts. "You have a fucking butler, like - Batman! And to top that off... he's British - just like freaking Alfred!"

I greet him nicely. He lifted his head and look me in the eye “oh, yes, I am from group 5 as well, waiting for the others. May I know your name? I think it’s raining heavily there in their places” he looked up to see the sky tonight. The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather.