Mr. Fixer Upper Novels & Stories

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.

"They say it heal when you get used to it. So let's get used to it." "Ooh, you're so naughty, doctor Ken." "Move, Mr. Engineer, harder!" "Aaarrggghh...."

she retorted, her voice trembling slightly but firm, “then you will get the money. Not before then.” The man, the fixer, as he was known in certain circles, smirked. It was a cold, humorless expression that sent a shiver down Yvonne’s spine. He turned slowly, as if to leave. “My time is valuable, lady. And my team’s. We don’t work on promises. We work on payment. Upfront. Or I walk. And then you’re on your own with… this.” He gestured dismissively at James.

"Mom, please calm down. It was indeed my fault." I poured a cup of water and held it out to her with both hands. "These licensed companies have too many rules and regulations. They're too rigid; no flexibility at all. However, I heard from a friend the other day about a contractor named Rex Dawson who specializes in high-end renovations of this kind. "The guy's got skills and guts. As long as the money's right, there's no wall he won't tear down." Tom's eyes lit up. He threw his cigarette butt on the floor and crushed it violently under his foot.

Most of their sponsors and investors scheduled their day to be free that particular day, that’s why they cannot change it anymore. With the aid of the rookie model, Nixie, he knows that not only the runaway show would be a great success, it would also bring big shots who can help expand their company. “Mister Su, will this be a good substitute?” his assistant disturbed their training session for a minute, while raising a maroon dress with flower patterns. It was elegant and looked comfortable. The man who was wearing a casual white tuxedo, and a navy blue bucket hat assessed the dress and within thirty seconds replied, “No, it is not good enough, find the other one I have hidden,”

Hearing the loud, disruptive voice that barged into the room, Alex remained unfazed and calmly used one of the pillows to cover his ears before muttering “Shut the hell up Matt. This is a hospital, and you're being obnoxiously loud.” “For someone who injured a nurse, you have no right to lecture me on hospital etiquette!” Matt, with his chiseled jaw and intense brown eyes, shot Alex a stern look as he entered the room. His dark hair, slightly tousled, added to his rugged charm. He dropped himself heavily onto the couch, his sleeves rolled up to reveal intricate tattoos that snaked down his forearms.

he declared with his jaw set firmly. Just as the weight of his promise began to sink in, the door swung open again, and the hospital staff made their entrance. Mr. Colton swiftly regained his composure, retreating to a chair in the corner of the room. I felt his unwavering focus upon me, a watchful and caring presence, while the doctor and nurses went about their examinations.

“Not the time, please.” “I’m just saying,” I continued, my voice flat and even. I kept my hands tucked into the oversized sleeves of my charcoal sweater so I wouldn’t pick at my cuticles. “Dumb implies a lack of intellectual capacity. Mr. Rivers has capacity; he just chooses to prioritize a frozen disc of vulcanized rubber over basic literacy.” “Excuse me?” The voice came from the chair to my left. It was deep, slightly raspy, and currently vibrating with enough irritation to make my skin itch.

No way am I sleeping in this bed. Making my way back to the house through the garage, deciding to sleep in my own bed, I think about my taciturn repairman. He gave me a decent quote, and I paid the first half up front for supplies. He’s redoing the plumbing, the electrical wiring, and even replacing the roof. I’m thankful for him helping, but his attitude and personality are crap. He became more vulgar the more we talked, offering to clear my pipes and patch my holes; crap like that. Men are pigs. All of them.

Take your avatar to my house. I do what he asked, his house is the most elegant I’ve ever been in the game. I only come here when he asks, since I can commit the rudeness of finding one of his partners at other times. Your avatar holds my hand and leads me to the second floor. Opens the door of one of his rooms surprising me: The designer is romantic makes me laugh. I can’t believe Mr. X is trying to be romantic with my avatar. Mr. X (online) — You didn’t like others because it was just sex without content. I want to show you the game from another perspective.