Mr. Fixer Upper Novels & Stories

I asked the System, "So, what am I supposed to do now?" "You must make sure the male lead understands that you don't love him anymore. This mission is considered a complete success once his obsession with you is entirely crushed. I'll grant you an additional bonus after you've completed this mission." At the mention of a bonus, I agreed without a second thought. "Fine. Send me back." The next second, the sharp tang of disinfectant rushed up my nose, and Noah's ecstatic shout rang in my ears. "Dad! Mom's fingers just twitched!"

I said as a way of distraction. He keeps that beautiful smile a little longer. “The faucet is broken. I'll have to fix it,” he said. “You know how to fix it?” I asked. “I'm a guy. I should be able to do it,” he said. “I didn’t expect you doing stuff like this,” I said. “But why? This is plumbing,” he said. “Nothing. Just forget that I asked a stupid question,” I said. “I actually thought that was cute,” he said.

He pulls back, his eyes heating as he slowly steps away. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing, and when is my water going to be back on? I can't stay like this all day." He gives me a look that very much suggests that I can. "I'm fixing the drip on your tap, kitten. It shouldn't be too much longer and then you can have a shower. I could join you?" His back ripples as he turns, bending down to get back in the cupboard under the sink. There is an impressive bulge forming behind his jeans, forcing me to rip my eyes away before I drop my towel right here. "I think I'll shower alone. I'm sore from all the sex we've been having," I tell him, trying not to sound all raspy and needy bu

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.

he muttered. He stormed into the storage room. He had to turn this messy theater into a flawless Broadway set to influence the people's eyes. It had to be perfect. He grabbed a heavy mop with a cracked wooden handle and a bucket of icy cold water. He shoved his AirPods into his ears and went to work. He scrubbed the stage until his hands burned and the polished floor reflected his exhausted face. His eyes were drooping and sparking with heavy tiredness. His legs felt like they were about to collapse.

I have my 80-year-old mother, my 20-year-old gentle wife, and a five-year-old toddler to take care of. "That's three people waiting for my paycheck to put food on the table. I can't leave the company!" Ray's wails came through the phone. Carl rolled his eyes and remarked, "Ray, it seems like you really haven't had enough of cleaning the bathrooms." "Mr. Walker, I was wrong." Ray stopped whining at once when he sensed that Carl was getting angry. He opened his mouth to beg again, but his expression turned icy when he spotted a purple figure flashing past. He nodded and agreed to follow Carl's instructions to send the famous chefs over.

He pointed to the door next to mine. Oh fuck! He is not the new neighbour, right? But I thought Derek called our new neighbour an old man? "Yup. I own the room now. I guess I am your new neighbour now." He is purposely doing this. An old man walked up towards us, holding a big empty carton. "I am done fixing the appliances sir." This must be the old man Derek was talking about. He is just a repairer. "Sure sir. I will check it out right now."

"I see a lot of old men committing tax fraud." "Ten o'clock," Min directed. "The bar. Grey suit. Red tie. Laughing like he owns the place." Jun shifted his gaze. There he was. Mr. Yoon. The fixer. He looked disappointingly ordinary from his pictures, a balding, chubby man with a flushed face, holding a whiskey glass with a sweaty grip. "I see him," Jun whispered. "Good. We circulate. We establish our façade further." For the next twenty minutes, Jun watched a masterclass in deception.

I wasn't myself anymore and maybe deep down that was what bothered me the most. "Alec, can we go shopping tomorrow?" "Anything you want my Tesoro, but right now let's clean this mess up and go home. You haven't had one peaceful night of sleep since you were released from the hospital and we can't allow that to go on any longer." It was rather funny watching the most wanted bachelor in America to be cleaning up my leftovers on the coffee stand and tidying up for me. Seeing that he was cleaning the rubbish from the takeaway, I decided to clean the files on my table.

she replied, “but I wasn’t thinking of the beauty. My mind was focused on the fact that I have a huge mess upstairs in the one end of the house and I’m at a loss as of how to correct. The carpenters I’ve found are so busy I’m afraid I won’t get it fixed before my aunt arrives for her visit. I’d hate to have her see it; not to mention the outside is actually coming inside and the cold weather will be here before we know it.” “I have a small amount of knowledge in home repairs,” he offered. “I can’t guarantee anything, but maybe I can provide some assistance. Can I take a look?” He stood up and placed his snifter gently on the coffee table and walked toward the servant’s stairs without wai