George Novels & Stories

A thrive 🔥🔥🔥 It took me quite a while, but I was finally able to get over the loss of my daughter. One thing George did that I found very helpful for the healing of my soul was ensuring that the whole situation didn't escalate with the people or even the domestic workers in the house. He did this by instructing all the midwives not to share the fact that we had three children, with serious punishments attached to anyone who disobeyed this order. As a result, only the midwives, George, and I knew that we had actually given birth to three children, while everyone else, including the domestic workers, believed that we had only t

Alexander stopped on several occasions to greet, and at the same time, have a little conversation with some of the men which Ava had presumed on the first impression they gave that they were his business partners judging from the expensive suits they were clad in. Nevertheless, he didn't fail to introduce her as his wife while discussing with them. After he had taken some steps away from the last person he had greeted, he turned to look at her as he let go of her hands and then gently, yet, possessively sneaked his hands around her waist before saying. “Mrs. Georgia. I repeat, do not leave my side. Dare me if you can.”

“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.

(Austin passes out again due to being weak) (Meanwhile) (Queen Victoria goes to see George) George: Good evening my queen Queen Victoria: (ignores his greetings) I got the photos you sent... Good job. George: Thank you, your highness Queen Victoria: (hands him $5,000) Share it with your colleagues. George: (collects it) Ohhh, Thank you. Queen Victoria: How about the liquid abortion pill? George: (he goes to bring it and hands it to her) Here...

“H-his name is, George. He’s the Councilman's driver, his trusted advisor, and one of the few people that has been let in on the s-secret workings of their operation. He's sort of a big deal to t-those people. “George what?” I snap. He sobs. “I don’t know, man,” he wails. “He just introduced himself as George.” “Then what does he look like?” I grind out impatiently through gritted teeth. He sniffles, snot leaking down his chapped lips. “White, blonde, has a scar cutting across his nose, and a beard. You can’t miss the scar, it’s pretty fucked looking.” I roll my neck, groaning as the muscles pop.

I doubt Owen knows any other vets. "Fine." The reason I haven't handed over the phone yet is because I need some information. Owen said you might come by soon and I wouldn't want to screw it up. Could you tell me your name, what you look like, or what you're wearing so I can pretend I already know you? He laughed. "Certainly. I am George. Mom says I look like a taller version of my sister Coco. Dark black hair, light eyes. I'll wear a green V-neck sweater over a white T-shirt and jeans. Will it help?"

When they learned that the boss behind Lark and his group was Mr. George, Evan immediately had his men investigate the matter. But he was still not as efficient as Ivanka. Ivanka was reading the documents placed in front of her. Her gaze was still. Mr. George came from the Middle East and was connected with people from both sides of the law. Mr. George was a crazy man. He liked to use poison to control people, and he was obsessed with immortality. Rumor had it that he drank human blood and fed on their flesh!

His gaze flicked coldly over Damien, his expression disgusted. “You claim that she is your lover, right?” George went on, his voice gaining a sharper edge. “Then tell me, who is the secretary that so boldly hovering around you? Or did you think I wouldn't know what is happening back there in Miami just because I'm not there? Don't think because you're from the Cross family, I wouldn't dig into your background.” George felt his face redden with anger. How dare he keep a mistress while staking a claim on his granddaughter?! Did he truly lose his mind?!

His expression could say that he was a little angry, over Jenny. Jenny stood up and said, "Mr. George.." Sabastian smiled and asked, "George, what are you doing here?" George looked at him and asked, "What are you doing here?" Sabastian frowned, "Weren't you here for me?" George replied, "No!" Sabastian asked, "Then for whom?' George replied, "For her!" Sabastian asked, "For her?" George replied, "Yes, she is my wife!" Wife!

he added. “Oh… I’m sorry,” Audrey said mechanically. “Anyway, apparently, he has good patches and not so good, and it’s not so good at the moment. James feels his father’s better when he is motivated. George was always something of an entrepreneur. He went to America with nothing and now it would seem he’s an extremely wealthy man indeed. But I deviate.” Anthony cleared his throat and Audrey waited.