George Novels & Stories

George explains. George owns various clubs and restaurants all over the country, and ofcourse here in New York too. "How does he even get time to go to clubs?" I ask referring to my brother, his job as a surgeon is very time consuming. "Unlike you he isn't a workaholic, he goes out when he doesn't have work." George says with a smirk. "I'm not a workaholic." I say. "Yeah right." George says. "And props to you for changing the subject quickly." He adds.

Four years have passed, but every morning when he wakes up, he feels befuddled, as if he is still in a foreign country. He tried to regain his composure because today he received a call from his manager, Jason, which means that after three months of not having the opportunity to perform, now he has one. Claude Hemsworth quickly washed his face, then put on a black hoodie and faded jeans. It must be noted that his body is beautiful, his height is 189 cm, his shoulders are wide, his hip is tight, and his jeans make his legs look longer.

"Oh, that's not what I mean. I know you have, but I wanted to know about it. I know it is a little personal, but I wanted the best for my sister." Kyle's question hung in the air, casting a brief tension over the room. George maintained his composure, understanding the gravity of the inquiry. He isn't the person to boost his properties, but since he had no choice, he could only tell them. "I understand your concern, Kyle," he replied evenly. "And it's a fair question." With a nod, George proceeded to list his legitimate properties, enumerating each one with precision. He detailed his houses, apartment buildings, and villas, as w

George nodded, “Anyway, take all the time you need, when you are ready, you can always come meet me.” “Thank you very much sir.” “You are welcome and you can leave now,” George dismissed him and he stood up and bowed to him before leaving. Once alone, George picked up his phone from the table and dialed a number, “I need to see you, ASAP,” he ordered when it connected and hung the call. ***

In the lead was Bevis McCormick, the Scottish hick Brian had hired just after he’d persuaded his ‘best pal’ George to put up the money for the company. George drank his champagne thirstily, then clicked his fingers for more. A pretty Japanese girl obliged. George grunted at her, his small, rather piggy eyes balefully following the royal procession as they made for one of the Cattleya houses. He picked out Electra easily from the crowd. Even with her mass of blonde hair swept up, she stood out from the others. A beautiful woman. And one he despised with all his heart. Georg

"Ha, ha. You know what, yesterday I bought an Audi and the owner of the agency wanted to sell me a model from last year. But please!" George pretends to be Emmett who responds to Black. "Well, look at you. I'm in the UK, with my dad who is a very high official, bought us a helicopter last week and guess who went out to ride it the same day that took it out of the airfield. This body! Ha, ha, ha!"

However, George was blatantly ignored by Zaire. Zaire was unfazed, and his attention was focused on Lotus and Maeva as if he didn’t hear George calling him. George cleared his throat and his eyes darted about before calling again in an evasive tone, “Mr. Zaire Ludovic.” Upon hearing the mention of his name, Zaire calmly turned towards George and arched his brows. “Did father-in-law just call me?” He retorted; his expression was sincere, and his voice was steady as if he had just heard George calling for me.

"Look what you've done to me. After work George was in his study room when his phone vibrated. Queen. Queen: Hi, i just got home, Are you busy? He smiled immediately. George: I was. Queen: Was? George: Then you texted. Queen took a moment to respond. Queen: Am I distracting you? George stared at the message. He could have given her an easy answer. Instead, he typed the truth. George: A little. George: But I don't mind. Queen didn't respond immediately. George waited. O

"Yes, she was just hired. Mr. Barton, have you seen her around?" George was momentarily stunned. "What's her name?" "Michelle." Noticing the shift in his expression, Winter asked cautiously, "So… have you seen her?" "No, I haven't." For some reason, the fearless, iron-hearted George suddenly got cold feet. "Mr. Ezekiel is waiting for me, so I shouldn't take up any more of your time. I'll be leaving now." With that, he quickly exited the room. Winter sensed that George was behaving oddly today, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. Instead, she went to the bathroom for a quick shower. Like unwra

I quickly tried to reassure them and dismiss their worries regarding this matter. "Please just listen to what George has to say first," my mother quickly jumped in, and she still sounded just as excited as before. I could already tell where this was headed, and it felt like I was sitting in a car with a malfunctioning brake when I didn’t have my seatbelt on. "I don’t want to boast, but I’ve got a lot of connections with many eligible bachelors," George said proudly as if he was advertising a hot-selling commodity on the market. I didn’t doubt that his words were true, but that didn’t mean that I was at all interested.