Mr. Crocker Novels & Stories

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

she whispered, clinging to the hope that somehow he knew he was surrounded by people who loved him. As she reached for the sliding glass door, a vaguely familiar face came into her field of vision. The slender woman was older, her face significantly more lined, but there was no doubt who she was – Marjorie Crockett, Wyck's mom. Behind her loomed a tall, craggy-faced man twisting a weathered cowboy hat in his hands. Mr. Crockett looked like an older version of Wyck with salt dusting his dark hair and his shoulders slightly stooped from decades of hard, physical labor. The eyes were just as striking, however. Deep grey and full of emotion.

Jace laughed, a sharp, disbelieving sound, while the others stared at me like I was some rare artifact on display. Suddenly, it clicked. I finally realized why Mr. Blake looked so familiar. He was a titan of industry, a primary shareholder of Briarwood Academy, and one of the wealthiest—if not the wealthiest—men in the United States, even Alice's father cannot stand. There were even rumors at school that he was planning a run for the president of the United States.

The criminal chortles throaty and lifted his head to look at the ceiling before dragging his head down. "Oh I would definitely do that, after I shovel your grave." Detective Won replied to his blabber. "That's sweet, you would really make an effort for me. But let me correct that, no one is to dig the hole of my grave between all the people in this house. Because there are a lot of people who would shot their guns for the hero Detective Won Kenji and fold you a flag. While the great criminal Klyde McMarrow will be forever be remembered for being the greatest crook in the world, killed thousands of people, wealthy and a master of all wits." He chuckles.

Just as I was about to scream in frustration at the fact that the last key failed, I saw the landlord. "Mr Yaser!" I called out as I ran towards him. He was on the other side and the moment he saw me he started speed walking, I raised an eyebrow and continued to run after him, eventually he had to stop to catch his breathe. We were not too far from my work place now and the man was still panting. I couldn't blame him though, for someone who was as fat as he was — with that huge pot belly — running was a very draining workout — especially for someone who's only form of exercise was yelling at his tenants.

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

The phone only rung twice before Adair himself answered. “Good morning Mr. Adair, Hugh Crozier here, not sure if you remember me but we did a deal on some tenements a few years ago.” There was a long silence which told Hugh that Adair did indeed know exactly who he was. “I remember you Mr. Crozier,” stammered Adair, “What can I do for you?” “I hear you have another tenement block to sell, I would like to buy it so I think we should meet.” said Hugh, keeping his tone friendly.

I met him six months ago at a business conference, he was the guest speaker and I happened to be the host/presenter. "Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome on stage our guest speaker tonight." I checked on my list just to be sure, and to avoid mispronunciation. "Mr. Matthew Bryant, the founder and the CEO of the leading holding company in the country. BM holdings." And I stood there waiting, as the audience applauded. I had no fucking clue who Matthew Bryant was or what he looked like but I knew he was one of the youngest and richest CEOs in the country and the founder of BM holdings.

Chapter 17: CEO got sick I changed into my jogging clothes and opened my door. As I opened the door, I saw Mr Brent sitting in front of my door. He was asleep. I tried to wake him up by calling his name but he didn't respond. He was murmuring something. I got close to him to listen to what he was trying to say. He was actually calling my name, "Linda, Don't leave me again. I'm sorry for all I did. I will never do it again. "