Joe Keery Free Guy Novels & Stories

Simon froze. Everyone else was just as stunned. The moment the female colleagues saw Jay, their expressions changed. He was the one man in the department they all disliked—and feared—the most. Quite a few of them had been harassed by him before. At that moment, the way they looked at Ashley was filled with sympathy. And more than that, they were shocked. They had been arguing for so long, yet there was actually a third person inside the room? And that person was Jay?! "Damn… a threesome? That's wild."

Joe continued, "I have to get out of here before the police notice the huge difference in this place. The government will handle this street. The only reason they could not touch this place was they could not enter easily, and if they did, they lost their memories and were sent somewhere else." "You have not killed anyone before?" Garfield asked. Joe shook his head and said, "Although the street looked like this and brought misfortune to people, no one actually dies here. We threaten them with death but do not actually kill them." K Whatever looked around and was understood "Then, our job here is done." "Wait!" Before K Whatever could turn around to leave, Joe stopped her, saying, "I do not

I just threw the phone on the bed and took a bath to relieve my stress. *** Daze POV When I got out of the elevator, A lady appeared in front of me --- Wait, who is she again? I asked myself and when I failed to remember her name, "Hey, mine! What took you so long?" She said. No matter how hard I think, I can't still remember her name so I just smile widely and said "Sorry! I fixed myself before facing someone who is as angelic as you!" She smiled and anchored to my arm. "You sweet talker! Come on!" She's wearing a fitted dress that suits her. It reveals her body shape and how hot she is. We got into the elevator, there's only the two of us so I looked at her intently.

I couldn’t reject his touch yet I was nervous, “ I need to leave, Heath.” I said lowly, slowly raising my gaze to look up to him. He had no intention of leaving me. Gathering my emotions, I forced myself out of his lap. I walked or should I say ran out of the kitchen towards the elevator. As I reached the elevator, the doors opened up and I saw Peter walking inside while taking off his face mask. He had his hoodie and glasses off. His black hair and dark pink lips were in display, he had a sharp jawline like Heath. He was quite handsome. If they revealed their faces to the public, it won’t take them long to become celebrities.

The gesture was a simple one, yet it had me worried and paranoid more than one look should have. “Who said anything about a ship?” She inquired as she spun her hand into a circle above her suitcase, a cloudy gray mist emerged from her hands and in a split second the suitcase was gone. My eyes widened, and I looked back up to her. She was a teleporter. “So, who’s first?” She asked, lifting her hands up towards us. “I’ll go.” Elijah said stepping forward and I couldn’t thank him enough because I was for sure not going first. He stepped up with his bag and she did the same as she had done to the suitcase. Her hands spun above him and the grey mist appeared once more, slowly but steadily he seem

Fury did too. “First you tried to kill her, and now you’re back here trying to traumatize her!” I shouted. His face tightened. “Yeah! I’m aware!” We collided again with fists flying. He grabbed my collar, and I shoved him hard against the clinic wall. The bandage around his head shifted as he cursed. “You’re insane, Mr. Steele!” he shouted in agony. “Oh, yes!” I yelled as we both lost balance and slid down onto the patio, camera lights already flashing from different corners.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.