Mr. Fixer Upper Novels & Stories

“Is it? Do you love it more than you love me?“ He asked again. I could not help but smile when I thought of something. Was he jealous? How could a big man like him be jealous of a teddy bear? I sighed. I had to remind myself that the two of them had been by themselves for so long. Dave had been an only child with no sibling to make him happy. Maybe he just felt bad that the new sister he had found would abandon him for a teddy bear, right? I pinched his cheek while giggling. “I didn't think that the great President Daniels, would be jealous of such a thing. It is just a toy, okay? My Big Brother is cuter. He is the cutest thing I know on earth!“ I said. A smile appeared on his lips, his face

And that Raven was best friends with Miranda’s boyfriends, and Vixen loved Raven. Shit. How was she going to un-f-k this up? She was a Fixer. It was a title Gregory had given her after their first meeting at the sex club that she now owned. She fixed things - from broken boy toys to lonely old men who were really just broken toy boys who’d lived too long in pain. Gregory was one of her boy toys, even if she’d never f-ked him. She needed to fix this for him, because she knew he would care – not about the illegal side of the business, but about Miranda.

My older sister was still married to the man my father had picked for her. "Why do you seem so shocked?" He shrugged one shoulder and then he leaned forward on the table, closing the distance between us, a small smirk sitting on his lips, "I said, are you into threesomes?" I stared into his eyes with my narrowed ones. This man looked like he was straight out of a movie, he was blonde, probably around 6'4, and he had this weird monotonous voice that sent chills down my spine. I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am."

He answered cheerfully and I rolled my eyes although he couldn’t see me. “Mr.Alexander! Can you tell me where my car is?” I was getting annoyed by each passing minute. “Oh…. Hold on a second, I am coming down!” He responded & before I protested, he hung up on me. I looked at the phone unbelievably but then waited for Alexander. He came down after 2 minutes, dressed up in a plain T-shirt and grey sweatpants. I admired him silently because he was looking delicious & handsome as fu**! “Take a picture, my dear! It’ll last long.” He winked at me when he got near & I scoffed.

~[CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT]~ And here we were, forms centered on the office floor, with burnt cig ashes littered over the marble tiles, while the sound of my laughs poured out into the room. "I'm telling you, Jane. I found myself mopping floors with my garments, all in sakes of bringing food to my mouth" Spoke Louis. "It was a hectic one, Jane" "Life never is easy" "Not in a million years would I believe you come from such home, so raggedy, even to an extent of being feasted by rats" I called in a low voice.

In the office, Smith couldn't shake off what he had seen earlier from his head. Still smiling. "I've never seen her smile before, and the way she dances…" he said to himself, then caught himself. "No, man. Come off it," he said. "She's not your class or your status. Be focused. She's just a janitor, nothing more," he said to himself again. To distract himself, he turned to his laptop and began typing, the sound of the keyboard filling the quiet office.

She took a flamethrower to everything I had built and smiled while it burned. My spare phone buzzed on the desk, it was an unknown number. I answered anyway. A distorted voice came through, calm and cold. “Mr. Pritchett. We understand you’re having some… difficulties. We specialize in solving problems like yours, permanently.” I froze. “Who is this?” “The kind of people who make inconvenient witnesses disappear. For the right price. Your wife has become very inconvenient.” My mouth went dry. “You’re offering…?” “We’re offering options. Think about it. We’ll be in touch.”

"Oh yeah, that reminds me, leave the door open and I'll fix the lightbulb for you. Can you go to the Jeep and ask Caleb for the bag I packed?" "No problem, big guy. Gotta say, you changing my porch light? Hot." "That other dude you were with must not have done anything exciting." She tilts her head to the side. "The thing with him was, he was a caller. He'd call someone to fix what was wrong. He wasn't a fixer, didn't like to get his hands dirty."

“The Fixer is that detective, grandfather. The one you so trust. The same one you hired to look into the suspicious accident of your grandson. The same one he staged!” The anger on his face gave way to a mask of disappointment. Pain. Then he shook his head. “Christian, is this why you’re here?” “You’re not listening, are you? The Fixer is hovering around and pretending to solve a case he brought about himself! You don’t see the danger in—“ “Enough!” He was on his feet, his eyes aflame. “Listen to me, you’ve crossed the line this time, so much I can’t ignore your nonsense anymore.”

Dark hair, dark blue eyes made bluer behind thick black Wayfarers, tight jeans, band tee, bare feet, a pure hot geek. Ben was absorbed in whatever he was building. Since he’s the programmer behind the Fortune 500 company he co-owns with Lucas and Walker, my curiosity is basically a reflex. I started toward him to interrogate him about his code, but then I spotted Lucas out on the back patio and veered for the door instead.