George Novels & Stories

Half a minute later, Rhea heard footsteps approaching again. Annoyed, she opened her eyes. "Are you…" The words froze in her throat. It was George. He was dressed in a sharp suit. Standing tall and poised, he exuded a calm and serious demeanor. The clean cut of his short hair gave him a trace of unruliness that didn't quite fit the image of a man in power. George's gaze was calm as he asked, "Did you go through with it already?"

And George had been sent by a witch with a vision to find her, and he’d brought these people with him. George has light skin and wavy ash-brown hair, just touching the tops of his ears. His dark blue, almost navy eyes are looking out the window, while still keeping her in his peripheral vision. Knowing this made her shiver a little, causing him to squeeze her shoulder gently. He was six-four, with a kind, regal face, with an aquiline nose and full lips.

Nonetheless, ‘she’ had more experience than her, and Danica had always respected her opinions. With a heavy sigh, Marie settled herself in the seat between them. “What’s wrong?” Danica asked. “Just heard George is dead.” That said, Marie waved at a server. “What?!” she exclaimed. Simultaneously, Marc asked, “George who?” It couldn’t be the George she met yesterday, could it? “George Miller, tall, brunette,” Marie answered after she ordered her drink to the server. “That’s him,” Danica pressed her temple, trying to process the information.

She shrugged his arm off and took a side step away from him. George was a foot shorter than Josh. His body wasn’t as broad or as toned as Josh’s either. He was blond and had a very striking face. He knew he was cute and he used it to his advantage, which only made him more obsessed with himself because he could get any girl he wanted—except for Lee. She was immune to his charms. There was not one gallant bone in his body and he always thought of number one first. “It was a private conversation, George,” Josh said shrugging his arm off.

Jacob pleaded. Mr. George raised his eyebrows. "Why do I need to call him? We already know the result and it will be faxed to us any minute now," he said. "Tell him to change the result. Make it positive," Jacob ordered. direct laugh Mr. George laughed. . He put both his hands on his waist and then scratched his prickly nose. Mr. George was a Mestizo because his father is an American. "You're kidding, right?" The eyebrows of Mr. George met. His eyes narrowed and looked at Jacob closely. "What's on your mind?" he continued.

George inhaled deeply. "What problems?" Siku asked curiously. "The origin of George did not sit well with the three vampire elders of the vampire group that joined us. They called him an abomination, as he had griffin blood running through his veins. They wanted to kill him but realized no weapon could harm him. His body had abilities none of us had. He could grow back any part of his body. This brought about a small war as the vampire elders were able to convince the other vampires that George was bad news. He also didn't lie low. He attacked and killed all vampires who made an attempt on his lif

I will ask. "Haha! Silly!" George laughed. "That's just his nickname in our group because apart from his dinosaur behavior, everyone is afraid of him. Like the giant reptile in that movie. Goddess-Cole is the best photographer in town." "And he's on leave, so you're short on the photographer right now?" I said. I seem to have an idea of ​​who George is referring to. "Yeah!" answered George.

George said his thoughts. He appeared much more relaxed than Alice because he was frequently on camera. He was able to completely ignore the cameras that were all around him. However, Alice was unsure whether this was his genuine thought, or if he was acting. To be honest, there had been a lot of gossip about George. He was a celebrity and public figure who had been famous for the past five years. Many actresses had expressed interest in being his fake girlfriend to gain attention. And he had never turned anyone down.

I saw nothing but outside the convenience store he worked at and I tried not to went through the camera so they couldn’t see me. George entered an alley causing me to smile, there was only one house at the end, his house. I heard the news that George is an orphan, his parents died in an accident when he was in highschool. His parents was supposed to go to his graduation from work but could not make it after their car was hit by a ten wheeler truck. What a tragic.

With that I dashed out of the kitchen " You cannot say thank you abi!!!" I heard Omale shout from the kitchen. " Come and collect it!!" I shout back "Can you guys just shut up" that was George. I would say he was the nerd of the house. Always reading, I read too but his own was just too much. He hated noise...any form of noise, and guess the worst, he believed in being a virgin still marriage, so he found our acts very irritating. Lol... Sometimes I wonder why God decided to waste such beauty on his kind of personality. But sometimes he breaks out of that his shell. It rarely happens sha.