George X Mr P Novels & Stories

Just as class ended, Carrie noticed the crowd outside and nudged Shelia. At a glance, Shelia recognized Marion, who was leaning against the car with sunglasses on. He exuded a wildness that fascinated and intimidated people. Curiously, Carrie asked, "Who is he? He doesn't look like a student here. Shelia, you've met so many people, and anyone who can drive this car can't be ordinary. Have you seen him before?" Shelia, with a sense of superiority, said, "I met him at an auction before and exchanged a few words. He's an overseas entrepreneur, known as Mr. Houston. He's quite capable."

He takes two steps toward me, closing the distance. “I’m a powerful man, Esther. I hope that you know that. You certainly should. With this power come certain expectations…” He grins. “I always get what I want.” “I don’t even work here,” I tell him, purposefully obtuse. We both know he’s not talking about champagne, whiskey, or tee times anymore. “I’ve seen your picture, Esther. With you in the throes of passion,” Mr. George says. His eyes go dark. “I would now like to witness that sight in person.”

She sat there for a moment, staring at each of them intensely, they all sat up and straightened their postures when they felt her gaze on them. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, without wasting much of our time let's get straight to business. Mr Romans, please brief us on this meeting" She said in a light tone but the authority in her voice couldn't be masked. "Yes Miss West," he said and stood up, connecting his tablet to the projector. Everyone diverted their attention to the projector and he started explaining "This meeting is to discuss further on the designs for the next jewellery exhibition, the marketing, available resources and everything else" he finished and disconnected the tabl

** Mrs George the mafia leader in Russian, a friend to Kian real mom. “How I entered into your house shouldn’t be a problem” Mrs George said with a smoke in her mouth “You actually saw the key to the room and yet you failed on the mission? Do you even know how much those costs? That’s an entire fortune” she said her voice deep and low. I watched as Mrs George's eyes sparkled with triumph, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everything is under my control," i said, my words dripping with confidence. "I buried the key somewhere in the house. I am sure no one would ever find out about it."

I could bite their ears one by one. This Mr. P stature was thin, but not taller than me. His straight, stiff hair framed her oval face. What makes Mr. P easy to spot were his pouty lips. The rows of his teeth advanced like the beak of a peacock. In fact, Mr. P had a hard time keeping his mouth closed. Peacock Parker. That was initial that makes him entitled as Mr. P. Both Matt and Mr. P lived in the Maynard neighborhood, opposite my Certajava, where I lived. In Maynard, there was a traditional market that had been evicted for road widening. There was also the famous Maynard Mental Hospital.

“Here comes the walking fashion disaster.” I had to bite back a laugh. George’s presence was expected and begrudging, seeing as how he was at every goddamn event he could get his grubby hands on, but I schooled my face into a mask of pleasant indifference. “Chris, my man!” George boomed, slapping me on the back. “Hell of a speech you gave there.” I nearly coughed at the sheer force of his slap driving the air from my lungs. “Thanks, George,” I said, bracing myself for whatever pitch was coming—no doubt some attempt to sell a product in the werewolf world to ‘help’ fund our research.

Furthermore, healing a leg and losing weight were two completely different issues. “That’s right! Fane definitely gave slimming pills. Mr. George, there’s a misunderstanding. Please let us go!” Xena reacted first as she cried out immediately. All she wanted was to leave this place, and she would leave Middle Province at once. She would flourish wherever she went. Even if the head of the George family realized something was amiss afterward, it would be too late by then. “I can’t let them go. I can’t verify if your body will have complications later! You were in the toilet for a long time just now. You must have eaten crotons. Look at you! You look so gaunt. I think you’ve gotten a little thin

“Happy New Year, President Xyla,” Georgie Clementine said. “Happy New Year, Georgie,” Xyla Quest replied. “Apart from wishing you a Happy New Year, I also have good news for you. Do you remember Morty Wayne, the mixed-blood youth we spotted playing piano at the restaurant the other day?” Georgie asked. “Yeah, I remember him. Have you signed him on?” Xyla asked with a smile. “Yeah, I went to his house early this morning to get him signed,” Georgie said.

Ian showed me the way. “Oh, okay.” I jogged towards him. We entered the west hallway where in the sides geode displays the size of four footballs could be seen. I watched in admiration at them, noticing thick mahogany doors as we passed by. We stopped in a door which was second to the last. The last one was right in the dead end, colored white, quite different from the previous doors which were maroon. “This is your room Madame,” informed Mr. Ian to me. He opened the door and I went inside before him.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."