Pennywise X George Novels & Stories

Luck had been on Zezi's side that night and she didn't even have to look for George before he came to her. He had picked the lock of the Hall of Sculptures and slipped into it, his eyes sharp with observation, until he took a step back, startled. "I thought they were here," the words rushed out of his mouth, then he paused, his nose scrunching upwards. "Your scent has changed. You smell like them." Even though Gwen had brought a new dress for her, it felt like George could still see her in her ripped white dress. She smoothened the sleeves of her dress with her hands, brushing her fingers lightly over the high collar after she was done.

"George, I know you are there! Open the fucking damn door!" To my uttermost surprise, George looked less bothered about that. His next question took me off guard. "When can I get to kiss you again? Or do something even better than that." He winked at me and bit his lower lips. I mentally scoffed and stylishly rolled my eyes at him. Never was I going to allow him to have sex with me, not even in his dreams.

"That's not." "Yup." Randy chuckled as he moved in beside her and placed an arm across her shoulder. "His name is Pennywise, Penny for short. I made an offer with the owner who was more than willing to cooperate once I told her that she had a stolen alpaca in her possession." "Not even funny, Randy," Cassie said with a pout. "That little turd hates me. I have the teeth marks and ass bruises to prove it."

She moves silently behind Ewan, and winks at George. She knew he understood. When she pounced on Ewan, he grabbed for Tweedle Dee. She quickly snaps Ewan’s neck, letting go of him as he slumps to the ground. George had killed the Tweedle before she could turn around. She shakes her arms, her first kill. George rests his hand on her arm and she takes a deep breath,

There was no answer but heavy breathing. George tried to say something, yet all he could manage were incoherent sentences. Wendy stood up, but Zack held her down. "It's probably a scam. I've seen this a lot of times. Your father would've at least made himself clear."

I said pleasantly. She flipped her hair. "Love the fit, nerd. It's….. nerdy. Also the stunt today, very slick." Then her Pennywise smile vanished. A dangerous glint entered her eyes. Her friends made the sound of people who found something funny. Dummies. I smiled at her. The same smile I had given Mason in the janitor's closet. The one that came from somewhere very calm and very certain.

George's eyes widened before, and to my horror, he burst out laughing. "What?" He choked between laughs. "Great Alpha Kendell of the Silver Wolves… rejected?" My face darkened. "George." "I think it's only fair, Kendell." he howled. "After the thousands of ladies you have rejected, it's only fair you experience one yourself." His laughter died down when he noticed my glare. "Sorry about that, Rejected Alpha," he said, resuming another round of laughter. Am I sure George wasn't possessed? He steadied himself and stopped laughing.

Avery came closer to George, lowered a little and kissed him on the cheek, and said. “Happy birthday George. I got a little gift for you” She then brought out the pin of wisdom from her purse and pinned it on George’s cloth. Everyone was surprised. The pin of wisdom signifying George’s age and was designed by a famous designer, Wyatt, is what Avery offered as a gift to George. The gift is worth five hundred million dollars. Abel knitted his brow and clenched his fist

"What do you want?" "I want money," George said with a smirk. "Mr. Hawk gave me one million before, but you took it back. Now, if you don't give me more, this photo will end up in Stanley's hands. It'll reach Glinda, and everyone who knows you will see it. How do you think they'll view you then?" Wendy's voice was calm. "How much do you want?" George's demand was bold. "A hundred million!" Wendy's lips curved into a silent, amused smile. "A hundred million? You really have some guts."

But now it felt like an anchor, dragging her down into a pit of despair. "It’s over," Eloise whispered, her voice barely audible. "The past is over." George smirked, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Over? You think it’s over?" He pulled a cheque out of his pocket and slammed it onto the table. "$100,000," he said with a mocking smile. "All you have to do is get on your knees and slap yourself a hundred times. Each time, say, ‘I, Eloise, am a slut who can sleep with any man.’"