George Of The Jungle Bad Guys Novels & Stories

Zack's eyes narrowed, sinister darkness seeping out of him and even Ivy began to shift backwards. George gulped. His heart jumped to his stomach. His eyes began to scan the whole place in search of his personal assistant but he was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, the so-called personal assistant was hiding behind the walls, too afraid to admit he was his PA. "You are on your own, George. I warned you, but you didn't listen," he muttered, not ready to stand beside George nor go anywhere near the hot-tempered billionaire. "How do you want me to deal with him for you, wifey?" Zack smiled softly at Ivy.

They knew the risks, but the promise of gold was too great to resist. As they ventured into the jungle, the air grew thick with tension. Snake and Hardin moved stealthily, their eyes scanning the underbrush for signs of danger. Reaper and Stalker followed close behind, their weapons at the ready. Ghost and Butcher brought up the rear, their gold detectors beeping softly as they scanned the ground. Suddenly, a loud roar echoed through the jungle, making everyone freeze. "What was that?" Sniper whispered, her eyes wide with fear. Mauler grinned, her teeth glinting in the dim light. "Just a little welcome party. Let's move out."

The way he leaned back, his fingers lazily twirling a pencil between them, eyes half-lidded in that way that said I don’t care but posture saying I’m calculating everything. That dangerous balance of mischief and intelligence. I’d seen it before, imovies. In villains you couldn’t help but root for. The ones you couldn't help but take their side. The ones you found yourself falling for, against everything. I shook my head. This wasn’t a movie. This was real. And I wasn’t some girl who melted the moment a new boy smiled her way. I was Aurora Hart. The Ice Queen. The loner. The outcast by choice. I wouldn't tolerate any bs.

George’s voice from the left. He ran out in wolf form. Big silver-gray wolf with my same gray eyes. He jumped at the closest rogue. Two more wolves came. Tom and Marcus. Pack warriors. The fight was fast and hard. The rogues were already hurt from my light. They could not win against three good fighters. Soon two slept on the ground. One ran away. George changed back to man. He did not care he had no clothes. He ran to me. “You hurt?” “I… no.” My voice shook.

“Look, I don't want trouble. I really don't have any money and I'm not as rich as you think even though I'm the P.A of your Badboy Prince. Can’t you understand that? You 3 are really gorillas.” They are obviously holding back. “Repeat what you said...” Gorilla 3 challenged. “Gorillas...” I bit their challenge. I’m already done. “...you might be tall but you 3 are ugly! You also have ugly attitudes!” Gorilla1 couldn't stop so he was the first one to move and he would have punched me but I immediately grabbed his hand to stop him. I looked at him venomously. “You don't know who you’re fighting to,” I challenged.

Rozen asked, his voice cold and unwavering. "I hear you have a problem with one of your own. A young pup who can't control his urges," Marcus said, his eyes flicking towards me. "I offer to take care of him for you." "No deal," Rozen said, his grip on my hand tightening. "Suit yourself. But know that we won't hesitate to take him by force if we have to," Marcus replied, his pack growling in agreement. We backed away slowly, knowing that we couldn't take on this other pack alone. As we made our way back to Rozen's house, my mind was racing with fear and uncertainty. How could we protect George from both the hunters and this other pack?

"They claim you've been cursed by a shamaness. They want to lock you in a box full of snakes for a day and a night to drive out the evil spirits." Upon hearing that, Vincent instantly let out a terrified scream. "I'm not doing it! You have to save me, Dad!" "I'd like to see which one of you has the guts to lay a hand on my son! He's the husband of your chieftess! You can go ahead and try if you dare!" Uncle George gritted his teeth, a grim expression on his face. His threats did nothing to stop the advancing tribesmen, though. He suddenly spotted me, rushed over to me in a few strides, and shoved me into that box full of snakes.

George retorted coldly, a threatening expression on his face. In the past, it would be unfavorable for him to do something like this. “You threaten me? And my country?” Harvey frowned. “So what if I threaten Country H? It’s just a country full of monkeys anyway!” George chuckled coldly. The people present all frantically changed their expressions after hearing those words. Even those from the Buckwood government did the same. Although quite a lot of people fawned on foreigners, how many of them could accept getting pointed at while being called a monkey?

"I have some contacts who might be able to help us. People who will know how to deal with the Obsidian Wolves.” “Who are they?” I asked, holding the warm mug in my hands. “Old friends, a few bounty hunters,” George said, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “People who owe me a favor or two.” I nodded. “What do we do until then?” “Lay low,” George said. “Rest up. We need to be ready when the time comes.”

They were Jenson, Baby Robbie, Baby Zetty, and Thirteen. Jay suddenly felt unprecedented pressure. He could easily fool Baby Zetty and Baby Robbie, but Jenson and Thirteen were both as cunning as wolves. Moreover, even if the Ghost members had to deal with Jenson, Robbie, and Thirteen—three highly-trained teens in combat skills—it might be somewhat challenging. At this moment, Finn stepped forward and rubbed on Baby Zetty’s head. “Silly goose, help Brother Finn out and let your daddy go in, hmm?” Baby Zetty obediently made way and stood in front of Brother Finn.