Lennie And George Novels & Stories

Jerry quickly asked, “What about Charlie? Did he come with her?” “I don’t know. I didn’t see him,” George snorted coldly. “If that loser dares to step foot here, I’ll f*cking break his leg! Joanne kept on flattering George, “Wow, you’re the best! Charlie seems so little and transparent compared to you!”

Ruth gritted her teeth as she watched him disappear into the distance. "Ruth, what's wrong with you?" George shot Ruth an odd look. "Grandpa, I don't understand why you would make me move in with Leon? Isn't it the same thing as him coming here every day?" Ruth protested. Just then, Anson stepped forward and agreed, "Yeah, Grandpa. I don't understand either. He was at the back of the hall and heard every word of the conversation between Leon and George. "Do you really think that I arranged this only for Leon to get Ruth into the Overlord State?" George questioned calmly.

"Do you know how to spell the word 'fair'? If not, I'd be happy to teach you." Carter heard the mockery in his tone. He let out a dry laugh. "Mr. Snider, do you really want to go up against the entire southern tri-state area just for Rhea?" George sat on the edge of the bed and stretched one leg out without even glancing his way. "Well, I've made tons of enemies." Then, he repeated, "Get her out of here." "No…" Lauren struggled. George had brought plenty of people. It was nothing for them to drag Lauren out of the room.

George turned to me and wished my father a quick recovery once more. “I will call you, Trent, we need to have some discussion,” he said staring into me. “It's fine sir,” I responded, Mr. George and I, are very close. He tells me almost many things and we shared some secret bond, however it had been a while we met for a discussion and I looked forward to meeting him again. After some few minutes, we got to the parking lots and Mr. George turned to us, and gave Lenore another hug before heading toward his car.

"Lena’s in pieces right now, and if she heard you say that, she'd probably rip your head off. You know how she feels about being assigned ‘menial’ tasks." George sighed. "I just meant she’d enjoy hunting for the damn book—because you're here. She wouldn’t be stuck doing it alone." "But you're not alone," I teased. George shot me a glare, but I kept my expression neutral. A sudden movement outside the library caught our attention. Both of us stiffened, listening. Then, Lena walked in. George and I exchanged a look. Lena never came back this quickly after being pissed—not until she’d had a few days to cool off, usually after tearing through some poor, unsuspecting animals.

"George, are you sure about this? Faking your own accident.. it's a risky move." George nodded, his jaw set with resolve. "I have no other choice, Mrs. Johnson. I can't go back to my old life, not after what's happened. This is the only way to start over." Mrs. Johnson placed a comforting hand on George's shoulder, her eyes filled with empathy. "I understand, George. Just promise me you'll be careful. And don't forget, I'll be there for you every step of the way." Touched by her unwavering support, George managed a weak smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. I don't know what I would do without you."

I endured the pain and stayed on the front line to take notes of the latest developments as the drama unfolded. George did not dare to say a single word as he watched his wife and mistress tear into each other. I nudged him with my elbow. “Come on. Don’t chicken out. You sleep with her, but you don’t have the guts to speak up for her, huh? Liana’s being beaten up. Doesn’t your heart ache for her?” Right after I finished my sentence, George’s face went even darker. “Well, your expression is starting to look like Liana’s. You two share the same bed too, right? Hah!”

To be bright again. Watching her dim… I couldn’t lose anyone else, like I had lost Lena. “She’s going to be your wife,” George said. “So you should learn a few things about being married.” “What does this have to do with getting the kids back –?” “A husband’s job isn’t always to fix everything,” George continued, as if I hadn’t interrupted. “Sometimes you just have to be there with them to help weather the storm instead.”

"George, there has to be a way out of this. We'll find a solution, navigate through this labyrinth without shattering ourselves completely." George's gaze met mine, a glimmer of hope flickering within his eyes. "I don't know, Hallie. Delia is unwavering in her belief that we're destined to be together. But I can't disregard my responsibilities either." Tenderness overwhelmed me as I reached forward, my hand gently enveloping his, offering solace and strength. "We'll figure this out, George. Together. We've always had each other's backs. Maybe there's a compromise, a chance for us to forge a path towards happiness and freedom, avoiding the devastation that lies in rejecting our true selves."

Rai's favouritism. Lunch time happens and with a cheeky smile George returns back home making Emma run out of her room only to find Shawn trailing behind him. Her legs roots at the place she was standing, unable to move forward to her dad, as her eyes lock with Shawn's. Her chest fills up with a heaviness settling over it while George, oblivious to the tension inside her, comes and hugs her.