Mr. Crocker Novels & Stories

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

Everyone was surprised to see Mr Croydon walk down the stairs. Even the doctor had a happy look on his face, he was excited hat he has done his work successfully. He sat down and looked at everyone's face. "I hope everything has been going well without me" he said. "Of course, Michelle has been so great" Ella said. The other family members were quiet. "I'm glad you're back grandpa. I missed you" Chloe said. "Oh my.... Come, sit close to me" Mr Croydon said. He looked on his left, he saw the doctor sitting. On the right hand side, was his first wife. He smiled at her, silently signalling her to leave. She cleared her throat and left, quite embarrassed.

’’ ‘’You are a friend, besides who else will I go to that indoor adventure place with? We remained silent for a while. ‘’Oh, did you hear about Mrs. Crosskill?’’ Marco asked. ‘’Which one?’’ Normally when people say Mrs. Crosskill, they would explain which one it was. Mr. Crosskill’s first wife, who was a teacher here or his new, hot, young wife who is an aspiring model but really she is just another bill because he always constantly had to be sponsoring her lifestyle. ‘’No, what happened?’’ ‘’Her roof caved in.’’

I wore a newly laundered pair of jeans, a red flannel shirt, and my cowboy boots. When Mrs. MacCruder met me at the door, she looked me up and down approvingly. “Now that’s more like it.” I met Mr. MacCruder, who was a weather-beaten, laconic man in his 60’s who preferred one-word responses. The only time he talked at length was when Ryan asked him about the ranch, and how everything had been holding up. He wasn’t exactly grumpy… but I don’t think I saw him smile once the entire evening. He just seemed like he was patiently biding his time until he had to go out and hunt down some cattle rustlers or something.

He thought for a second and replied “She must be smart of course. She must also be kind-hearted and friendly with everyone.” “These are general qualities Mr.Stone. Say some different and specific ones.” He looked directly at the camera and said, “She must be so stubborn to not be able to please her even by me.” Immediately Rani cleared her throat from beside me. “That is totally different. Anything else?” the reporter asked. He nodded and replied “She makes the finest coffee. I mean she must make the finest coffee.” This time I heard all my friends along with Maam clearing their throats. I didn’t even turn to look at them because the shock was written all over my face.

" Doyin asked, "I can get it for you but not now" Mr Coker said, "When do you plan to buy the G-wagon jeep?" Doyin asked, "I will let you know" Mr Coker said , and he slide his hands In Doyin's crop top, and he was fiddling with he boobs, and he said, I'm enjoying your vibes In this house, do you want me to stop the cook from coming?" Mr Coker asked, "Who will be doing the cooking and washing of the plates?" Doyin Inquired,

“Is she really the woman from the club that night?” Emma's heart started racing rapidly. “Room 275. Five years ago? Wasn't that the room Chloe had me book for her to set Amelia up? Why is this man asking about that room?” Without much hesitation, Emma nodded her head rapidly. “Yes, I am” “Here is the necklace. Keep it from now on, don't try pawning it again. I'll make sure that I make it up to you. By the way, I'm Richard Miller”. Emma widened her eyes in shock, and thought. “Richard Miller? The heir of Miller's exclusive designing company? Is this a dream?”. Emma smiled faintly at him, and asked. “You… you're Richard Miller?” She asked again to make sure she heard right.

The headline read: "Grieving Widow Already Moved On? Bethany Nott Spotted with Mystery Man Just Days After Husband's Funeral." "That's Marcus," I said quietly. "Who the hell is Marcus?" "He's an old friend from college. A photographer. He's been helping me with—" "Helping you with what?" Brock's voice got louder. "It looks like he's helping himself to my wife!" Mr. Chen cleared his throat. "Maybe I should give you two some privacy." He fumbled for his call button. "I think I need to use the bathroom anyway." A nurse came and helped Mr. Chen to the bathroom. Once he was gone and the door closed, Brock turned to me.

He knows I don’t skimp on the good liquor. The door opens and I stand up. Crane appears through the door with Matt as he closes the door behind him. Crane seems to be frozen in time. He looks old and wrinkled and well past his prime but is still as active as a young wolf. His eyebrows stand up like they were electrocuted and his nose is slightly crooked. I’m sure in his prime he was better looking. Now, he looks like life has fucked him every day and he can’t remember the safe word.

“Mama likes you.” Mia looked ready to disappear into the nearest lake. I was enjoying every second of it. Hell, even if she didn’t know that she was mine yet, but if she got the chance to see the two of us truly bond, then I would be more than willing to kiss her mother again. “Rosalyn,” I said. “Yes?” “It’s time to go home.” She sighed dramatically. "But Mr. Squirrel..." I crouched beside her. "Mr. Squirrel has squirrel responsibilities. Just like me, he has things to take care of too."