George Novels & Stories

I should peep a little to see Regina's reaction. Oh! Both of them are shocked. Suddenly, I got a text from George. Why is he texting now? I should see atleast see what he wrote. George's Text, "Sorry for being late, I was in the washroom. I will be coming in a few minutes." What the hell did he say?

“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?”

He chuckled at the thought of how much money he had made just by giving Lebotha the information she requested, especially about Rose King, the Alpha king's slave mate. "Well Lebotha, I'm on my way back to the Atlantic Kingdom," George said aloud to himself. "You must miss me by now." He picture Lebotha's impatient scowl and hasty demands for the latest gossip and secrets. That familiar role had long been his life, slipping in and out of shadows to collect scraps of information for Lebotha's schemes. But now this strange dream and supposed quest had disrupted everything. As George walked, doubts plagued him. How could he possibly

George asked in a friendly tone of voice. "I'm better now. Just need to wait a few more hours to go home,” Louisa explained. Mr. George was seen nodding his head slowly. Then turned his gaze to Henry who seemed to be starting to lower his head a little there. And turned again to look at the man standing right beside him. “Louisa, introduce me, this is Lenore Josh Caldor. He is the owner of the company Caldor Styles. And just call him Lenore," said Mr. George introduced the man who had come with him.

George couldn't continue watching, he needed some fresh air even though the weather was cool, for some reason he felt hot and a very tight knot around his chest. So he chose to step outside for a bit. Outside, the rain had stopped. But the air was heavier. Like something just beneath the surface was waiting to rise. George stood beneath the stone archway of the mansion, looking out at the quiet grounds. He could feel it. Someone was still watching. But this time, he would be watching back. George Knights would burn the entire empire before letting them win again.

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

So now being told to open it, all eyes on him he was curious, nervous and excited…. What did his wife plan?? George opened the small gift box gently but Liam who was near him could see his shaky hands. When he opened it the first this he saw made him froze at the spot. Everyone was still curious and seeing him froze the curiosity was intensified. “Aiyo, boy! Can you tell us what it is?” Elizabeth spoke with a loud voice bring George back to his senses. “It…. It…Haha… beb…. is this real?” George was so happy that he could not utter full sentence. Seeing his foolish behavior everyone turns to Anna.

George noticed the stillness. He cleared his throat gently. “Alright, boys,” he began in his calm, steady voice. “That was Wendy, my daughter.” Both heads snapped toward him at once. “Your daughter?” Gabriel repeated, eyes wide. Gaddiel leaned forward. “Like… your actual daughter?” George raised a brow, amused. “Yes. My actual daughter.” The twins looked at each other in disbelief. “But…” Gabriel started cautiously. “You are… older,” Gaddiel finished, struggling for diplomacy.

Anthony furrowed his brow. "No. No! You can't do that, George!" He protested, stepping back a few steps. He watched George's hand float in the empty space for a moment before lowering it to his side. "Of course I can." George stood tall and delivered his words with confidence. He was a king after all; he knew what he was doing.

I won't give them what they want I told myself. Out of nowhere George lifted his hand and everyone went quiet. He got up moving slowly and carefully as if each step was a huge effort. He walked to the front of the stage right in front of me. His eyes were fixed on mine and I could see how bad he looked up close. It was clear he had been in a tough fight. His knuckles were bruised and there was a small cut near his left temple. “I have a really good memory.” George said with his voice tense. “I remember things. Sometimes I remember them too well. And I remember… this.”