Pennywise X George Novels & Stories

I assured her. -"Ok. Mrs Venieris. Shall I bring you anything?" Penny asked. -"No, Mr. Andreadakis won't stay long" I replied firmly giving a disapproving look to George which didn't affect him at all. I wonder what he wants now. -"Aren't you going to ask me to sit down?' George asked incredulously. -"What do you want George? " I asked impatiently. -"I want you. I've missed you Melina" he said and approached me in a seductive way.

he asked, not liking his eyes on his woman. George didn’t answer immediately. He was still staring openly with his mouth slightly parted like a man who’d just seen a beautiful ghost wearing lipstick Vick’s fist hit the table… just enough to make the ice in their glasses clink. The sound was sharp in the quiet hum of the lounge. George startled, finally dragging his gaze back. “Uh—nothing. I just… saw someone I recognized” Vick leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to something dangerously calm. “What are you staring at?”

DIONE awoke to her siblings arguing on her bed as if she were not sleeping. She covered her face with a pillow because she was still drowsy, but her siblings were really trying to be patient with her. They made her a pillow punching bag; they slapped the pillows they’re carrying. So she had no choice but to get up. “Hey! Can’t you see? The person is still asleep,” she said angrily to her siblings. “It’s okay, sis. You are not a person, anyway, you’re Pennywise,” replied by her mischievous brother, Danny. Dione’s two eyebrows met at what she heard, and she immediately took a pillow and slapped it on her brother as he got off the bed.

“My word, it wasn’t instead of a meal, I do hope! Tell me it wasn’t, Richard.” He felt a tremor of annoyance. But it’s the ‘Quiescently Frozen Confection’, Glee, a voice gargled inside him, wanting to gush forth. Try one sometime and mind your own business, you stone-faced bitch, you. George had fallen back into his chair, seemed to be deflating before Richard’s eyes. Glee placed her purse down beside the sofa, waiting for an answer.

Apparently, the person on the other end of the line had an issue with something George wanted, and George was convincing him that it wasn’t that big of an issue. I stood in the doorway, waiting for George to see me. His back was to me, and he was standing, pounding on the desk. He began pacing, heading towards the window and mindlessly looking out while berating the person on the other end. When he turned and saw me, he stopped short. I grinned and gave him a finger wiggle. “Didn’t expect to see me, did you, George?” I asked. “Did Charlie tell you that dosing me with silver and wolfsbane would eventually kill me?” George dropped the phone and began backing up, looking wildly from side

Chapter 31 The silence in the grand hall wasn’t just quiet; it was heavy, like the air right before a building collapses. Every pair of eyes, the social climbers, the desperate bankrupts, and the predatory influencers shifted from the neon stage to us. George’s smug, wolfish grin didn’t just fade. It evaporated. “What did you just say?” George hissed, his voice dropping an octave, his hand tightening on the black remote in his pocket. I didn't flinch. I let my lower lip tremble just enough to look like a concerned, long-suffering wife. I reached out, my fingers hovering near his waist, and then I spoke loud enough to reach the back row of the warehouse.

Ziv comes back at some point and he is squeezing George's dislocated wrist with a cold look on his face. "Who the fuck are you? Let go of me!" George exclaims in pain. "You're standing in front of my house, about to beat up my woman, and you have the courage to ask me who I am?" Ziv sneers and throws George out. George rolls down the steps onto the garden grass and ends up grimacing on the lawn with his clothes covered in mud. Ziv turns his wrist while asking me, “Are you alright?” I nod. Then he says to George in a cold voice, "Get out!"

"Mr. Cowper, what do you mean by this?" "Ms. Cain, we're both adults here. Do I really need to spell it out?" George responded with a smirk. He let out a mocking laugh, his eyes filled with lust as he stared at Penelope. He stepped closer and leered at her. "I like your lips, your skin, your body. If you keep me company tonight, we can discuss the contract further." As he reached out to touch her face, Sebastian swiftly grabbed George's wrist with a cold expression. "Mr. Cowper, isn't it a bit much to harass Ms. Cain right in front of me?"

" Penny immediately grabbed the glass of alcohol and splashed it on his face. Casby methodically wiped his face clean with a handkerchief, glaring darkly at her. As Penny stood up and ran toward the door, he grabbed her wrist tightly. "Did mentioning Caleb hit a nerve? You've finally stopped pretending to be a goody-goody, huh?" After a few steps, Penny felt pain in her wrist, and the room started spinning. She looked back at him, but her vision was filled with multiple blurry figures. Everything seemed to be floating. She sat down abruptly, shaking her head to clear the dizziness. However, the room continued to sway.

Their eyes locked. Minutes passed in heavy silence. The air between them crackled. Finally, George spoke, voice low and rough. “I have all the pussy I could ever want in this world, kitten. Endless, eager, dripping for me whenever I snap my fingers.” He leaned forward slightly, silver eyes burning into hers. “But yours… fuck. Yours is the one I can’t stop thinking about. The one I crave. And I know you feel it too… that wet, desperate little cunt of yours has been weeping for my cock since the moment you saw it.”