George X Mr P Novels & Stories

George, asked with concern. “I just went to get something. I'm fine, Mr. George,” I assured him with a small smile. He’s the only one here who treats me like a human being, besides Xavier. I gave him a reassuring look and walked straight into the mansion. In the living room, Macy and Ma Hilda (Xavier’s mother)..were seated on the velvet sofa, watching a drama on TV with focused expressions. “Here,” I said, stretching out the bag to Macy. “Trash it. I don’t need it anymore.”

* GRAND CASINO* Master X is in his private room, the one he uses alone in the casino. It's at the far back, and he's currently sitting in bed, staring into space and sighing from time to time, his face a canvas of sorrow. He suddenly stood, getting a remote from his drawer. He clicked red, opening a secret door on the wall. He walked into the door and stepped into a different room, full of wrapped birthday items. The gifts he has been buying since Roonie's first birthday, but he never gave it to him. Ranging from transformer toys, house of cards, hockey toys, several balls, designer wears,... There are several car keys too and land documents, there's even a private jet key, all in Roonie's n

… if this is a dream i don't wish to wake up! "Right here ma'am" My P.A said in a bow with two fat misters, they looked identical. "Oh they are the master chef's?" I asked in a smile as my P.A guy nodded, "Can I know your name?" I asked, referring to the P.A. "So sorry for my manner's ma'am… I am george" he replied. "Call me Mrs Robertson… Please excuse us ``I said as he bowed and left. I faced the two fat men, well dressed in their neat chef attire.

and I guess she is in her mid-twenties. "Hello, Ms. Daniels," Mr. Styles says, looking at her, and I watch as they shake hands casually. "Meet, Mrs. Bryant, my former public relations manager." And then he turns towards me with an apologetic smile. "Joanna, this is Marina Daniels, our new PR manager." The girl grins at me as she stretches her hand to shake mine. I smirk at her and I storm out of the office with tears running down my cheeks.

he softly said before leading Serene towards the door. "Wow!" The omega was stunned as he walked further away from the cold and dark basement. Fears were forgotten as he admired the architectural beauty of the South Pack’s mansion. It was huge, wide, and had super high ceilings, with grand chandeliers, none of which she had back home in the mountains.

Xavier's lips curved into a devious smirk as he walked into the elevator with George who held onto their luggages. The elevator door closed slowly and the lady was able to catch a glimpse of his smirk.. "Who's that man?" One of the receptionists asked her colleague while staring at the direction of the elevator. "I think he's the big shot staying at the presidential suite, gosh! He's so handsome, I'm getting goosebumps already!" The lady exclaimed happily and the rest couldn't help but agree with her.. They were certain he wasn't Human, Because he was the fairest of them all..

So, he slowly lifted her and placed her in the bed, she groaned a little in her sleep for missing the warmth and murmured some incoherent words in sleep. He chuckled seeing that, getting up from the bed, he bent a little kissed her cheeks and went out of her room with a poof of his magic teleporting himself to his room. Quickly he ran inside his bathroom, after cleansing himself he opened the door of bathroom and met Mr. Trouble lying on his bed with a look of contempt. Eric scrunched his nose stepping forward in his towel that was tied around his waist. “What are you doing here?” “Well.. well.. my beloved prince. Where were you all night?”

Mrs Elizabeth Sebastian Cried out with her jaws tightened, revealing those wrinkles above her eyelid. She was in her late fifties but was still a beauty with fair and smooth skin, although her shape was slacked a little, her waist was still curved and hung firmly around her sequin gown. “ What do you expect me to do, he is a dangerous man and there is no way we will be able to raise the money we owe him, this is our only option”. Her husband Mr Alex Sebastian who was in a dilemma ran his finger through his gray hair as he sighed loudly.

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

He was in a fever mode this time. He opened his mouth to speak, but his hands stopped him. They were controlling him, so he closed his lids. He prayed to God to help him increase his confidence like always. He needed Josh Anderson right then—the spiritual, powerful version of him. He opened his lids. He performed a smile for the audience. Confusion struck their blazing eyes. “Hello everyone. I think all of you knew me as the school’s Mr. President,” he said into the mic. His hand trembled within the touch of the metal.