George X Mr P Novels & Stories

I put my bag on the hanger and take out my iPad. I turn to look at Mr. Harrison and he was still glaring at me. I gulped and looked back down. "Since everyone is here,I am going to do the introduction"he says coming to stand Infront of the class in tight fitting pants and white shirt ironed to perfection. His pants looks so tight,why is he a Elvis Presley wanna be. He black hair is jelled to perfection,no fringes or lose strand anywhere.

Instead, they criticise, criticise, criticise, accuse, and ridicule. His wife Gennifer, on the other hand, has a strong sense of trust in her heart even though Marvin has not been outspoken. Even though Marvin said that he would buy a Gloriston in the future, if that was the case, Gennifer still trusted him no matter what. "Mr Rock, is it MR-25?" he repeated with a frown. Ethelyne used to know that MR-25 was considered as the material for weapons of mass destruction, if MR-25 really existed, it would be very expensive.

And people would do anything to lick his feet, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t find it disgusting. “Hello, Mr…” Alex trailed, as he didn’t know his name, but he was quick to provide it. “George.” I could swear that I saw his tail wagging behind him. “Yes, Mr. George. Thank you. I heard today was a club opening, and my wife and I.” He held up my hands and continued, "We're a little bored, and we decided to check it out.”

“Mr Maudere does not like to be kept waiting” Maudere was an equally elegantly dressed man in his sixties. If one looked past the wrinkles, you could see that a once extremely handsome man, the dreams of many young girls and the cause of multiple heartbreaks lay there locked away by time itself. He was tall, not as tall as Josh Xavier but a tall man all the same, making me realise how much I had undermined how tall Josh Xavier once stood. “Good afternoon Mrs Xavier”, he extended his hands in the warmest fashion, making me question whether he was actually more cordial than the woman, powerful as he was.

“Mr George!” Rissa shouted wide-eyed. “Miss me?” Mr George said mockingly. Mrs Robinson scoffed loudly “What is this dimwit doing here?” She muttered under her breath eyeing Mr George maliciously. “Well, I came as a well-wisher, aren't I even privileged to be one?” He said teasingly facing Rissa. “I guess you were well disguised enough that the security didn't recognize you”, Mrs Robinson said scornfully. “Ouch! That stings a bit, but let me ask you,” he said, turning to Mrs Robinson. “Am I a criminal now? From what I know, I am a free man; I only lost my job here; that's all”, he said grimly.

"You may come out now to meet your opponent, Mr. Moore!" It wasn't long before George—dressed in a plain long robe—arrived like a gust of wind and stood by Cassian's side. He bowed respectfully to Cassian and said, "I'm here at your service, Mr. Lowery!" That proclamation struck like a shattering blow, leaving everyone stunned. George's appearance caused the entire crowd to bolt to their feet, their throats tightening as they stared in sheer incredulity. "I'm not seeing things, am I? George Moore, the richest man in Javonbury, actually just addressed Cassian as 'Mr. Lowery' with total submission! That means George is just like the Sage—both are mere vassals to Cassian!

G: “How’s shopping going?” I replied; *“Can’t find anything I like.” Then added a pouty face emoji. *Mr. G: “That’s because nothing does justice to your beauty.” My pulse tripped. Damn, Graham got lines. *Mr. G: “I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend the morning together. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” Goosebumps raced down my arms, my center got excited. *“I look forward to it.” I replied.

"You're sure about this, George? You’re sure my Head of Strategic Acquisitions is engaging in... unprofessional conduct?" "I’d bet my life on it! I saw the man myself, charcoal suit, platinum links, looking like he just won the lottery," George hissed, his voice cracking with excitement. "He walked out of here looking far too satisfied." Killian’s jaw tightened. "Open the door, George. Let’s see this satisfaction for ourselves." George didn't hesitate. He grabbed the handle and flung the door open with enough force to make it bang against the interior wall, his face twisted in a mask of triumphant malice.

“Then consider this our movie, baby.” His penthouse was breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, cream marble, soft lighting. But I barely registered any of it. He kicked the bedroom door open and I caught a glimpse of perfect order: crisp white sheets, not a single thing out of place. He set me gently on the edge of the bed, stepped back, and just looked at me. “Gosh, you’re very beautiful,” he said, voice low and reverent. “I could stand here looking at you all day.”

Prince Xander smiled. "Just tell me Mr George," replied the Prince. "I'm sorry, Prince. May I stay here? I will build a hut and will farm," said George. Prince Xander was a little surprised at George's words. "Mr. George, are you sure?" Prince Xander asked. George nodded. "I'm sure, Prince. I'm not young anymore. It's time for me to rest. My legs are not strong anymore to travel far. Please, allow me to stay here," said George. Prince Xander thought for a moment. "Alright. I grant your request. Dante before we go, we must help Mr. George to build a hut. Make sure Mr. George is safe here." Prince Xander said while patting Dante's shoulder. "Prince, thank you very much for all your kindness,"