Mr. Crocker Novels & Stories

Zaine claps Wayne playfully up the back of his head and stoops to open the car door, revealing Mrs Crook. “No change then?” he asks as he glances in to see her still unconscious and sprawled across the two giants who fill the entire back seat of the car. I can’t help thinking she would find it most amusing if she could see the scene for herself. Mrs Crook has a personality larger than life, and even as she lay there, unmoving, the men beneath her dare not do or say anything for fear of disturbing her.

A loud shout came from behind. A group led by a middle-aged man rushed over. “Wait!” The captain’s expression turned heavy when he saw the middle-aged man. He stopped his security guards as he, too, froze on the spot. The man was the person in charge of the exhibition center. Eddie recognized the middle-aged man as well. Annoyed, he said, “Mr. Cracker, someone is causing trouble here at the exhibition center. I am asking the security to throw him out.” Wes Cracker, the person in charge, grunted heavily and bellowed, “I don’t need you to teach me how to do my job! You are just the COO of Rove, you are not my boss!”

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

Alright I'll follow the game from him well. “You called Lucy Watts? The new manager who replaced Adam Brugs?” Asked a man in a conservative suit with sleek hair indicating that he had a high position in this company. And Adam Brugs? I don't know him at all. "Yes, as you can see, Sir. Starting today I will work and replace him as head manager in this company, "I answered confidently. "Introducing him is Mr. Samuel Hopkins, CEO of Dominic Corp.” George Davidson introduced a man in a suit who stood across from me and seemed to be looking at me inquiringly.

the awkwardness of the situation is making me cringe so badly. I turn around and see someone who does not resemble Mr. Austin at all, not one bit. If the younger Cane is tall with dark hair and defined features, the older Cane is the opposite. If Santa Claus and Colonel Sanders had a younger brother, that would be him. He’s not that portly like Santa but he’s not that old like the KFC founder. He’s got the savvy look of the businessman but the chubbiness of Santa is there. You can instantly feel like he’s someone important but is nice enough that you can ask favors from him like he can write you a cool reference letter.

"Hello, Zack. Long time no see." Mr. Walker, a man in his early sixties, looking immaculate in his striped suit, his grey-tinged hair stylishly pushed back, walked in, then looked around at the tiny storage that was supposed to be Zack's office. "As if finding you wasn't hard enough, I come to this," Mr. Walker said, looking at Zack. "What do I say? Welcome to my humble office," Zack said plainly. "Humble would be a compliment," Mr. Walker grimaced. "Even though you are starting from scratch, I must say that this place is kind of far-fetched. Does someone have a grudge against you or something?"

Apparently, he and I agreed on one thing: we both wanted her to shut up and move already. "Alright." The man crossed his arms, still staring at me. "The young lady—No, correction, the ‘Mrs.’ here and I know each other and have unfinished business, which I’d love to settle right now. Since I already said I’m buying the house, this visit is canceled for both of you."

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

There was something quiet and contained about him, like the noise of the crowd simply couldn't touch him. Homer had barely found his footing when an arrogant voice cut through the crowd. "Well, well. If it isn't Homer Bond. What a rare treat. I thought you hated these conclaves. What brings you out this time?" Everyone turned to look. A priest in saffron robes strode toward them, a silver circlet perched on his head and a duster in his hand. His smile was overly friendly, but his eyes held a glint of contempt. This was Dack Crother from the Dracotigris Order, a man who'd been feuding with Homer for years behind a thin veneer of politeness.

Britany who was serving a customer could not help but chuckle at his presence, although he was looking shabby in the clothes he wore, he still had smooth, fine, and radiating skin, the domineering aura he had yesterday was gone and replaced with a bit of humility as he clasped both hands together and did not dare lock eyes with Brittany. “ Zoey! Our designer customer is here again today! ”. Brittany yelled out to Zoey who was in the kitchen and despite the loud noise at the dining hall, she could hear her. “ Make sure to confirm that his wallet is with him today before serving him any meal”. Zoey teased. “ Mr. Designer wear, are you with your wallet today? ”. “ No… .. ”. “ No? So you came to