Mr. Fixer Upper Novels & Stories

Bill seemed to have heard the biggest joke as he burst into laughter, his protruding belly quivering. There was immediately a chorus of chuckles throughout the workshop. "A senior maintenance technician now working as a warehouse manager? Mr. Zigger, your joke isn't funny at all." "I'm not joking." I looked him in the eye and repeated, "I can fix it." My gaze passed over him and landed on the massive machine lying quietly in the corner. It was a Gorman DMG five-axis machining center. Its ivory-white painted exterior was covered with a thick layer of dust, like an abandoned work of art.

Figure stood in front, leading the way, Mr Vettriano resumed every one of those words that did nothing but to have one's focus. "You know, I should show you to the space we've constructed as your office" I caught that grin on the face of the man away, while my jaw was left hanging at his words, only now did it strike me how important he carried this. "Mr. Vettriano" I cleared my throat, form still making sure to tag right behind his. "Like you said, we really don't need to rush this"

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.”

He looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on the damp patches of my robe and the stray droplets of water on my neck. "You done checking me out yet?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated right through my chest. I felt my face heat up even more. "Are you the plumber my mother called?" He let out a short, cocky smirk and hoisted a heavy-looking tool bag onto his shoulder. "Unless your mom called a different guy named Jax to fix the master bath, then yeah. I’m the guy. You're gonna let me in, or am I supposed to fix it from out here?"

"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."

I looked at Mr. Walker from a distance as I stood on front porch while Mr. Walker was in the mom’s workshop, outside of the house. Believe it or not he fixed the small bench.How can he be good in everything he does? My jaw dropped when I saw with my own two eyes he tore off the leather fabric and replaced it with a new one. He did it as if that was one of his things. Does he have something he's bad at doing it. Must he need to know a quarter of things in this world work? It feels so unfair. God must have favour him so much.

Sapphire said to herself as she tried making Gabbie's poster neat again. Take a look around and tell me if there's anything you don't like! I'll get it fixed before I leave!" He yelled from outside. "Wow! He's a total player, right? How can he act so kind an innocent? Mtcheeeeeew!" She hissed, admiring her new bed and other stuff in the room. He even bought her a new, refrigerator and fixed an Air conditioner to her room. "How nice..." She smiled at herself. **** At Night...

the old man said, with a light chuckles as if talking to a 7yr old kid, while stiching his wounds to closed. "Sorry, a force of habit." He replied jokingly making them both laugh. "Come to my place when you needed someone to talked to, and don't let that wild bore run freely inside your room." The old man said looking intently at him after finishing the treatment of his right hand. "Guess I need it now Uncle Matt, can you wait for me downstairs I'll just fixed myself, I want to visit your home." He replied. "Sure, no problem." The old man replied before heading downstairs.

Louis pressed his lips into a thin line, his expression dark and unreadable. For a brief second, something that looked almost like regret flickered through his eyes. But someone as proud and aloof as Louis would never apologize. Just then, one of the repairmen came out of the kitchen and said, "Mr. Walker, the pipes have been fixed." Louis turned away, lifting his arm slightly to gesture toward Adora. "She’s the homeowner." "Oh," the worker replied, quickly walking over to Adora. "Miss Matthews, the pipes have been replaced. We checked the rest of the plumbing too. Everything else is fine."